Make it happen, Lord, that I might breathe
The air of holiness, the scent of joy;
To freeze the fleeting hour, frustrate the thief
Of time by eternal acts that fill the void.
Make it happen, O God, so earthly groans
Give way to shouts of praise on sight of Christ;
That nations’ wars might cease, and dusty bones
Arise from the grave, and heavenly fruits suffice.
Make it happen, our Savior — every knee
To bow to Jesus, every tongue to confess
The blessed Name and every eye to see
Your good and perfect sovereign will’s success.
Make it happen, my Father — growth in faith,
Increasing hope, expanding joy, and love
That knows no bounds, works of eternal weight,
And words of grace immersed in Jesus’ blood.