RealityStrike us, O Lord, with reality todayStrike us, O Lord, allow no thought to strayThere’s no greater need we have in this worldThere’s nothing more needed than reality unfurledConfront us, O Lord, with reality todayConfront us, O Lord, ‘til there's nothing to sayTil no breath’s left in us, no excuses to makeConfront us, Dear Jesus, the dead soul to wakeInvade us, O Lord, with reality todayInvade us, O Lord, so there’s no other waySurround us completely, leave no place to hideInvade us, O Captain, and slaughter our prideCondemn us, O Lord, with reality todayCondemn us, O Lord, with Your Law we do prayConvince us so soundly we’ve sinned ‘gainst You, GodThat all we can do is to cry, “Ichabod”*Crucify us, with Reality todayCrucify us, for there’s no other wayThe things that we hate are the things that we’ve doneAnd our only escape is the death of the SonRevive us, O Lord, with reality todayRevive us, O Lord, with Your Spirit we prayThe night is far spent and the Day is at handSo put off the darkness and don the new man(*Ichabod*- means “The glory has departed”)
