We sang this hymn in chapel this week, and that reminded me that I had to complete our journey through #346, Lutheran Worship.
O holy Love, thou canst not brook
man’s cool and careless enmity;
O ruthless Love, thou wilt not look
on man robed in contempt of thee.
Thine echoes die; our deeds deny
thy summoning:
our darkling cry, our meddling sound have all
but drowned that song that once made
ev’ry echo ring.
Take up again, oh, take the trumpet none can
silene or mistake,
and blow once more for us and all the world
to hear, living and clear.
*Text: Martin H. Franzman, 1907-76
*Tune: Richard Hillert
Balaam's Ass 