Lord, whose love in humble service bore the weight of human need,
Who did on the Cross forsaken show us mercy’s perfect deed;
We, your servants, bring the worship not of voice alone but heart:
Consecrating to your purpose every gift which 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, O Lord, your deep compassion healed the sick and freed the soul,
Use the love your Spirit kindles still to save and make us whole.
- From “Lord, Whose Love in Humble Service” (Beach Spring)
