Look up, weary Christian for lo,
Gods promises shine in the sky,
The top of the cloud is aglow
With blessings for you and I,

The outlook indeed may be dark,
So look to the heaven above,
T’is there that the stars have a spark
The promise of God writ in love.

Cathedrals may lie in a heap,
The earth be a wide battle field,
But God doth his promises keep;
That high in the sky are revealed.

The cannons may boom to defy
And armies of earth flaunt Gods power
But still to illumine the sky;
Are promises made for this hour.