Lord, whose love in humble service bore the weight of human need,
Who upon the cross, forsaken, worked your mercy’s perfect deed;
We, your servants, bring the worship not of voice alone, but heart,
Consecrating to your purpose ev’ry gift that you impart.
Still your children wander homeless, still the hungry cry for bread,
Still the captives long for freedom, still in grief we mourn our dead.
As you, Lord, in deep compassion, healed the sick and freed the soul,
By your Spirit send your power to our world to make it whole.
As we worship, grant us vision, till your love’s revealing light
In its height and depth and greatness dawns upon our quickened sight.
Making known the needs and burdens your compassion bids us bear,
Stirring us to tireless striving, your abundant life to share.
Albert F Bayly (c) 1961