Long before the suns of summer

Turned above the ochred earth,

God prepared for human knowing

A single, perfect point of light.

Seeded deep within our dreaming,

Hope that hungers to be born.

 

Patiently, the faithful pilgrims

Keep alive the precious dream.

Weave the truth in dance and story,

Shape the sacred songs of faith.

Hold before our eyes a vision

of the holy fire of hope.

 

Spirit breathes across our desert,

Whispers that the time is now,

When the silent sighs of sadness

Are lifted in a baby's cry.

And the evening stars sing glory

Of a hope forever born.

 

Pilgrims, ours the Spirit-calling,

Bearers of the holy name.

Carry hope conceived within us

Ever waiting to be born.

Ours the star that blazes in the darkest night.

Christ, our hope, forever born.

 

Ever sing the song of angels

Spoken new at every dawn,

Glory to God in the highest.

Peace to all upon the earth.

Christ our hope is born. Alleluia!

Alleluia! Christ is born.