In Haiti, there is ang­uish
That seems too much to bear;
A land so used to sor­row
Now knows ev­en more des­pair.
From ci­ty streets, the cries of grief
Rise up to hills above;
In all the sor­row, pain and death,
Where are you, God of love?

A wo­man sifts through rub­ble,
A man has lost his home,
A hun­gry, or­phaned tod­dler sobs,
For she is now alone.
Where are you, Lord, when thou­sands die—
The rich, the poor­est poor?
Were you the ve­ry first to cry
For all that is no more?

O God, you love your child­ren;
You hear each lift­ed pray­er!
May all who suf­fer in that land
Know you are pre­sent there.
In mo­ments of com­pass­ion shown,
In sim­ple acts of grace,
May those in pain find heal­ing balm,
And know your love’s em­brace.

Where are you in the ang­uish?
Lord, may we hear anew
That any­where your world cries out,
You’re there—and suf­fer­ing, too.
And may we see, in oth­ers’ pain,
The cross we’re called to bear;
Send out your church in Je­sus’ name
To pray, to serve, to share.