First Presbyterian Church Of Baton Rouge

Unfold for us the mystery of grace And make a womb of all this wounded world. O heart of heaven, beating in the earth, O tiny hope within our hopelessness, Come to be born, to bear us to our birth, To touch a dying world with new-made hands And make these rags of time our swaddling bands. Yes, Lord Jesus, you came from the heart of the Father to the crude cratch of our flesh. Now make these rags of time to be but swaddling bands of everlasting life in you.