All across the world there’s harvests At this table we remember Don’t just love your family From opposite directions Gathered in sadness God of the nations God, speak to us of faithfulness Hear our prayer for others In an age of twisted values In glad and sad remembrance It's the morning after Lord, at as time when our table are laden O Christ, remember them O God of hope O Lord, how long Some wandering Arameans The calling we share The day will come, the glorious day This care within a callous world We owe our thanks to you, Lord We remember you We sometimes just open a pack What can we say? You did not ask that thousands die Your promises are coming true