Gather us into one city, roar
and set us flying, from Cairo,
Erbil, London, Prague. A city
of many peoples and one God:
and a little child leading.
Lord of the snows and the quiet country
under frost, we see you rise to tread the
heights of earth. Lord of the snows and
the churning cities, we listen for your
voice. Infant lion, give forth voice
to bid us come, gathered in one city.
Lord of the snows and the summer heat,
Lord of all great cities, roar and bring us
trembling to the holy hill, where your glory is.
