Even Unto The Ends Of The Earth

Mil på mil från den plats
där korset stod, där blodet rann,
ett köldbitet rike hans tjänare fann.

In this land a people lived
Bound by fear of heathen gods,
Trapped in sin and great misdeeds,
Accusations written in the blood of holy men.
Hades breath the chords of the second death.

I höga nordens kalla land
där rena bäckar porla fram.
Där folket fjättrat var i digra mörkrets hand
tände Herren helig brand.

They turned to this king in glory crowned,
In His grace they found.
Yield fruit oh land by the peoples labouring hand.
Welth and glory, blessings from above,
Holy gifts more and more,
For generations spared from war.
Dark clouds gathered upon the sky of grace,
Our hidious sin covered His face.

Trots att vi i mörker faller ner
ej vår blick mot himmelen ser...
o fallna norra paradis.
Sträck dig åter till den som frihet gav,
den dig reste ur din grav,
den som livet seger gav.

Even in this days He opens His arms
For the ones that are lost.

Till dig stod Herrens välbehag,
du har kränkt hans Heliga lag.
Skynda till hans fadersfamn
han skall lotsa dig i hamn.

Even in this day a stream of blood
From Calvery still flows,
As far as the message goes,
Even unto the ends of the earth.