God of faithful covenants, this wakening day
holds forth a promise of blessing and spiritual fruit,
Let me not hinder your patient work of love,
to rescue souls from the torment of isolation.
I would be a maker of holy peace,
restoring wandering man to wells of grace,
your vessel always at hand for thirsty souls.
So sing I the suffering Servant's song:
Here am I, O Lord, here am I.