CHRIST'S IS THE WORLD in which we move CHRIST'S IS THE WORLD in which we move, Christ's are the folk we're summoned to love, Christ's is the voice which calls us to care, And Christ is the One who calls us here. To the lost Christ shows His face; To the unloved He gives His embrace: To those who cry in pain or disgrace, Christ makes with His friends A touching place. Feel for the people we most avoid, Strange or bereaved or never employed; Feel for the women, and feel for the men Who fear that their living is all in vain. Feel for the parents who've lost their child, Feel for the women whom men have defiled, Feel for the baby for whom there's no breast, And feel for the weary who find no rest. Feel for the lives by life confused, Riddled with doubt, in loving abused; Feel for the lonely heart, conscious of sin, Which longs to be pure but fears to begin. (From \Love from Below\ Wild Goose Publications ) (NB. The above song is not covered by your CCL Licence. No permission is required to reproduce this song for non-commercial purposes.) CLAP YOUR HANDS, ALL YOU NATIONS, Shout to God with cries of joy, O how awesome is the Lord most high, The King over all the earth! He subdued nations under us, The peoples under our feet,