This is a small hymn calling on people to rejoice in their troubles and in the name of God, as He is there to help us through our troubles.
Inspired by a piece on one of those American God channels I've got on the satellite television!!******************************* The crying in the bight grew faint As to listen for it I slow,
And there looks to be nothing now Where there was a woman a while ago. But then upon again walking Beneath a window stands Crying, as she brushes her hair, With a comb in age gnarled hands...
Let there be Joy when you say the name of the Lord, On hearing his name, let there rejoicing be,
For those fortunate to know or have heard of our God Will know or have heard that merciful is He.
He sent His Son to die on a cross for our sins, But we still sin as if He never was,
Still He loves us for what we are, just wants us to repent, Why he loves us? just because...
And I, though I have heard her And before my eyes her vision did appear Of the Banshee, Crier of the Dead, I, passing, have no fear.
And there's some inside who've heard her, And prayed as outside, she cried, And another within, who heard her not, Who later that night died.
He is our God, and we're what He did create, So like apparent with a child unconditional is the love and grace
Bestowed on us by God, who loves us sinners all, All he asks is for us to our sins repent and face. Oh, to be born of noble blood Followed by the Banshee to be, I wish that in my final hour One as devoted prays for me.