Lyrics

My soul cries out with a joyful shout
That the God of my heart is great
And my spirit sings of the wondrous things
That you bring to the ones who wait
You fixed your sight on your servant's plight
And my weakness you did not spurn
So from east to west shall my name be blest
Could the world be about to turn?

My heart shall sing of the day you bring
Let the fires of your justice burn
Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near
And the world is about to turn

Óró sé do bheatha ‘bhaile…

Though I am small, my God, my all
You work great things in me
And your mercy will last from the depths of the past
To the end of the age to be
Your very name puts the proud to shame
And to those who would for you yearn
You will show Your might, put the strong to flight
For the world is about to turn

From the halls of power to the fortress tower
Not a stone will be left on stone
Let the king beware for your justice tears
Every tyrant from his throne
The hungry poor shall weep no more
For the food they can never earn
There are tables spread, every mouth be fed
For the world is about to turn

Óró sé do bheatha ‘bhaile…
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh

Though the nations rage from age to age
We remember who holds us fast
God's mercy must deliver us
From the conqueror's crushing grasp
This saving word that our forebears heard
Is the promise which holds us bound
'Til the spear and rod can be crushed by God
Who is turning the world around