The world was dark, a place of stumbling ground,
the residents for truth fumbled around;
In pity, God, who is all perfect Light
his Son sent to illuminate their sight.
But would they hang upon his every word?
or hang God’s Man from whom they wisdom heard
– rejecting truth, and grace he came to give
prefer in lonely darkness still to live.
Tune: 10 10 10 10 eg ‘‘‘Woodlands’ by W Greatoex, tune of ‘Tell out my soul’’