Lord God of hosts, whose mighty hand
Dominion holds on sea and land,
In peace and war Your will we see
Shaping the larger liberty;
Nations may rise and nations fall,
Your changeless purpose rules them all. For those who weak and broken lie
In weariness and agony,
Great Healer, to their beds of pain
Come, touch and make them whole again.
O hear a people’s prayers, and bless
Your servants in their hour of stress! For those to whom the call shall come,
We pray Your tender welcome home;
The toil, the bitterness, all past,
We trust them to Your love at last.
O hear a people’s prayers for all
Who, nobly striving, nobly fall! For those who minister and heal,
And spend themselves, their skill, their zeal,
Renew their hearts with Christlike faith,
And guard them from disease and death;
And in Your own good time, Lord, send
Your peace on earth till time shall end. |
