Justice echos from the mountaintops oceans swell and shape walks of darkness catch the light Oh Jesus saves the small and great God of hosts Send me home Where the sun shines overhead Run with me through fields of gold And teach me what our Father said The poor and needy Their life preserved In praise that rains from clouds Call out and cry in Desperate times For the one that sets them right again God of hosts Send me home Where the sun shines overhead Run with me through fields of gold And teach me what our Father said
