The Voice Of God Is Calling Its Summons Unto Men;
As Once He Spoke In Zion, So Now He Speaks Again;
“Whom Shall I Send To Succor My People In Their Need?
Whom Shall I Send To Loosen The Bonds Of Shame And Greed?”

“I Hear My People Crying In Cot And Mine And Slum;
No Field Or Mart Is Silent, No City Street Is Dumb;
I See My People Falling In Darkness And Despair—
Whom Shall I Send To Shatter The Fetters Which They Bear?”

We Heed, O Lord, Your Summons, And Answer: Here Are We!
Send Us Upon Your Errand, Let Us Your Servants Be;
Our Strength Is Dust And Ashes, Our Years A Passing Hour—
But You Can Use Our Weakness To Magnify Your Power.

From Ease And Plenty Save Us; From Pride Of Place Absolve;
Purge Us Of Low Desire; Lift Us To High Resolve;
Take Us, And Make Us Holy; Teach Us Your Will And Way;
Speak, And Behold! We Answer; Command, And We Obey!

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