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Words (by Ivor Sperring)
To you we come who made us all,
The God of every different face,
And on your name we dare to call,
To ask forgiveness for our race.
Forgive the barriers that we make,
The differences our minds create,
The confidences that we break,
Forgive us now for all our hate.
Where wheels spin and pedals tread,
Where smoke and clatter fill the air,
Where people earn their daily bread,
Son of the carpenter, be there.
You made us all of equal worth,
You called us by a common name;
With distrust we have filled the earth,
And now divisions cry our shame.
Where broken people wait and grope,
And still remember being whole,
Through a new faith restore their hope,
Pour out your love into each soul.
Where wheels spin and pedals tread,
Where smoke and clatter fill the air,
Where people earn their daily bread,
Son of the carpenter, be there.
Son of the carpenter, be there.
The words and music of this hymn are copyright 1969 to
Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England
and may only be reproduced under the terms of the Churches Copyright Licence.