Worthy Is The Lamb


From Basra to Belfast, Beijing to Kiev, tonight the children try to go to sleep
They look up at the same moon from Newtown to Berlin, from Paris to Jerusalem they weep
And they pray for peace, and write their names on the walls of Heaven
Tomorrow will be Christmas Day again

And the children sing 'Hosanna!'
'Worthy is the Lamb!'
From Bethlehem to Calvary, 'Behold, the great I Am!'
His grace and mercy fill the seas,
His glory fills the land
The children and the angels sing,
'Worthy is the Lamb!'

From the battlefields of Kabul the lonely soldiers weep
Their homes have never seemed so far away
Their bullets and their silver crosses hang around their necks
like a brotherhood of love and fear at play
And they pray for peace, and write their names on the walls of Heaven
Tomorrow will be Christmas Day again

And the children sing 'Hosanna!'
'Worthy is the Lamb!'
From Bethlehem to Calvary, 'Behold, the great I Am!'
His grace and mercy fill the seas
His glory fills the land
The children and the angels sing
'Worthy is the Lamb!'
'Worthy is the Lamb!'

From Salvador to Londontown
Accra to Milan, from Selma to Pretoria, Baghdad to Saigon,
The children and the soldiers, the beggars and the kings,
the preachers and the poets all will sing....

And the children sing 'Hosanna!'
'Worthy is the Lamb!'
From Bethlehem to Calvary, 'Behold, the great I Am!'
His grace and mercy fill the seas
His glory fills the land
The children and the angels sing
'Worthy is the Lamb!'
'Worthy is the Lamb!'
'Worthy is the Lamb!'