May God remember
Christchurch, New Zealand—
Who’ve suffered ruin
In their land.
Lord turn the tide
As they strive.
Work in their favor
To provide.
Bless their endeavors
(Only You can)
With good fortune
From Your hand.
Remember the broken,
Sorrowful and torn.
Strengthen them when
They’re weak and worn.
God of compassion
(Who always shall be) ,
I thank You for hearing
This humble plea.
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