From north, south, east and west,
From each people, from each land,
We see love and we see hate
And blood shed by a brother's hand.

But there's One to give us hope,
And there's One to give us rest,
For the One who gave us life
Is the One who loves us best.

From Rwanda to Kuwait,
From Beirut to Belfast town,
On country roads and city streets
The tears flood the quiet ground.

But there's One to give us hope,
And there's One to give us rest,
For the One who gave us life
Is the One who loves us best.

Like the echo of a bell
Far beyond the ocean's foam,
You can hear the growing swell
Of a people coming home.

But there's One to give us hope,
And there's One to give us rest,
For the One who gave us life
Is the One who loves us best.

In the morn you'll see the star
In the west and in the east;
He'll be calling from afar
All His children to the feast.

But there's One to give us hope,
And there's One to give us rest,
For the One who gave us life
Is the One who loves us best.

Standing in the mist last night
Caught by the winter rain
That fell on the ghosts of the city--
I felt I was home again.
I could almost hear ancient melodies,
The skirl, and the pibroch's pride;
But they were lost in the cries of the children,
And the hearts where hope has died

But I know Someone who wants you;
I know Someone who loves you.
I know Someone who knows your name,
Someone who knows your name.

From the highlands to harbor towns,
Barra to Culloden's plain,
You are fair and wild, bittersweet,
Lovely land, a land of pain.
God knows you were a fighter
All in your younger days;
But God knows how kingdoms come and go,
And how hard to rise again.

But I know Someone who wants you;
I know Someone who loves you.
I know Someone who knows your name,
Someone who knows your name.

A passionate heart in each one burns,
A love that's fierce and warm.
Solid you stand in wind and rain
As the mountains within the storm.
Each of you, sons and daughters,
Has a destiny
In Someone who died, who rose up again,
And in Him will your lives be free.

But I know Someone who wants you;
I know Someone who loves you.
I know Someone who knows your name,
Someone who knows your name.
 

I lift up my eyes
     and I look to the mountains,
And see by their shadow
     I'm nothing at all.
The hills tower over me
     black and forbidding;
The tangles of forest
     bid me come and fall.

No light may enter those caves,
     a great fortress,
Their darkness defended
     by cavern and wall.
A torrent, a flood
     crashes over the rocks and
The thundering falls
     drown a voice still and small:

Listen, my child, for I
     made these great mountains,
The sky far above you,
     the rocks and the falls,
The tangles of forest,
     the caves and the crags
And whatever dwells in them;
     my hands formed them all.

The shadows are emptied
     of threat for I'm in them
As I am with you
     where you follow my call.
So lift up your eyes
     and look over the mountains
And walk in my shadow;
     I'll not let you fall.

So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine

Isaac Scott from Banagh, he lived just across the fields
A great man for the music, the dancing and the reels
McDonald came from South Armagh to court young Alice fair
And we often met on the Ryan Road and laughter filled the air

Now Isaac he was Protestant and Sean was Catholic born
But it never made a difference, for the friendship it was strong
And sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of drums
We said it won't divide us, we always will be one

For the ground our fathers plowed in, the soil it is the same
And the places where we say our prayers have just got different names
We talked about the friends who'd died and hoped there'd be no more
It was little then we realized the tragedy in store

It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news came round
Another killing had been done just outside Newry Town
We knew that Isaac danced up there, we knew he liked the band
But when we heard that he was dead we just could not understand

We gathered round the graveside on a cold and rainy day
The minister he closed his eyes and for no revenge he prayed
And all of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road
We bowed our heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul

Now fear it filled the countryside there was fear in every home
When late at night a car came prowling round the Ryan Road
A Catholic would be killed tonight to even up the score
But, oh God, it's young McDonald they've taken from the door

Isaac was my friend! he cried, he begged them with his tears
But centuries of hatred have ears that do not hear
An eye for an eye, it was all that filled their minds
And another eye for another eye till everyone is blind

So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine

Now I don't know where the moral is or where this song should end
But I wonder just how many wars are fought between good friends
And those who give the orders are not the ones to die
It's Scott and McDonald and the likes of you and I

The wintry west extends his blast, 
And hail and rain dost blow; 
Or, the stormy north sends driving forth 
The blinding sleet and snow: 
While tumbling brown, the burn comes down, 
And roars from bank to brae; 
And bird and beast in covert rest, 
And pass the heartless day. 

Through the night, through the night
Through the night and all
Tho' all my strength be sorely spent
And stars do die and fall
To Thee my King I gladly cling
When black winds howl and blow
When all is done and battle won
Let Christ receive my soul

The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast, 
The joyless winter-day, 
Let others fear, to me more dear 
Than all the pride of May: 
The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, 
My griefs it seems to join; 
The leafless trees my fancy please, 
Their fate resembles mine! 

Through the night, through the night
Through the night and all
Tho' all my strength be sorely spent
And stars do die and fall
To Thee my King I gladly cling
When black winds howl and blow
When all is done and battle won
Let Christ receive my soul

Thou Pow'r Supreme, whose mighty scheme 
These woes of mine fulfil, 
Here, firm, I rest, they must be best, 
Because they are Thy will! 
Then all I want (Oh! do Thou grant 
This one request of mine!) 
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny, 
Assist me to resign. 

Through the night, through the night
Through the night and all
Tho' all my strength be sorely spent
And stars do die and fall
To Thee my King I gladly cling
When black winds howl and blow
When all is done and battle won
Let Christ receive my soul
 

Oh when will I see Jesus
And reign with Him above?
And from the flowing fountain
Drink everlasting love

O had I wings I would fly away and be at rest
And I'd praise God in His bright abode

Whene'er you meet with troubles
And trials on your way
Then cast your cares on Jesus
And don't forget to pray

O had I wings I would fly away and be at rest
And I'd praise God in His bright abode

Gird on the gospel armor
Of faith and hope and love 
And when the combat's ended
He'll carry you above

O had I wings I would fly away and be at rest
And I'd praise God in His bright abode

Oh do not be discouraged
For Jesus is your friend
And if you lack for knowledge
He'll not refuse to lend

O had I wings I would fly away and be at rest
And I'd praise God in His bright abode

Neither will He upbraid you
Though often you request
He'll give you grace to conquer
And take you home to rest

O had I wings I would fly away and be at rest
And I'd praise God in His bright abode
 

One fine summer's morning both gallant and gay
A bold little preacher went out on his way
With tracts all in his pockets and Bible in hand
The preacher, the preacher went over the land

He went to the city and when he got there
He met a young man with green dye in his hair
He boldly stepped to him and said, "I suppose
That you're a punk rocker by the looks of your clothes."

"Well, you guesses me right and a wild one I'll claim
My jacket is leather and Rat is my name
Now tell to me, preacher, what is it you fear
The pin in my cheek or the ring in my ear?"

The preacher, he stammered and started to squawk
His words they got stuck in his throat when he talked
His years in the pulpit, they did not prepare
For the day he would talk to a man with green hair

He finally says, "Laddie, naive I might be
But what's to prevent you from being set free?
The angels in heaven and God on His throne
Are calling for you to be one of His own."

"Be off little preacher, now what do you mean?
I'm not in prison, so I must be free
I'm a punk and a rocker and a rebel you see
Be off little preacher, you're bothering me."

Well he put on his hat and he bade him farewell
He said "Son, I'm afraid that you're headed for hell
But think on this now before taking that ride
It's surely for you the Lord Jesus has died."

"Come back little preacher, now don't go so fast
Anarchy's prison -- you've reached me at last
My dope and my parties are making me ill
Come back little preacher and show me His will."

They fell on their knees and they started to pray
The preacher gained one green-haired brother that day
For what's to be said when it's over and done
The Rat fell in love with Lord Jesus the Son