Lord, You have us the dignity of being collaborators in your work in the world,
We know your all things in your power,
And that without you we can do nothing.
And yet you have wished it that your work be done in us and through us, that your plans be unaccomplished in history trough the means of our doing, through the powers you have given us for your will it is that here on earth your work much truly be our own.
You have told us Lord, that you are in our poor, that in this starving child of Negros hunger, in thirsty farmers you too thirst, that in the people of Smokey Mountain you are scavenger and that truly you are all around us in the homeless, in the sick and dying and stranger.
And yet, it is to us you call, from their midst.
You tell that unless we do what we can do, what must be done for them will not ever be done, and your cry for help will die in still air, and misery shall spread like up plague upon our land.
For your will it is that here on earth your work must truly be our own.
Lord, as we try to build again and new lend, be ever beside us.
Help us, when under your providence we must yet make our own way, “do or own thing” try and fail perhaps, but star new, again and again, learning to become one people, learning at least to be free.
Help us make our nation the lend you have promised us, where every man and women self have dignity and work worthy of the best in them, where their homes ring with the joy of their children, and bread is on every table in plenty, and honor alive throughout the lend.
Teach us to remember that this is truly your promised and yet also our own endeavour: for it is your will that here on earth, o Lord your work must truly be our own, AMEM
We know your all things in your power,
And that without you we can do nothing.
And yet you have wished it that your work be done in us and through us, that your plans be unaccomplished in history trough the means of our doing, through the powers you have given us for your will it is that here on earth your work much truly be our own.
You have told us Lord, that you are in our poor, that in this starving child of Negros hunger, in thirsty farmers you too thirst, that in the people of Smokey Mountain you are scavenger and that truly you are all around us in the homeless, in the sick and dying and stranger.
And yet, it is to us you call, from their midst.
You tell that unless we do what we can do, what must be done for them will not ever be done, and your cry for help will die in still air, and misery shall spread like up plague upon our land.
For your will it is that here on earth your work must truly be our own.
Lord, as we try to build again and new lend, be ever beside us.
Help us, when under your providence we must yet make our own way, “do or own thing” try and fail perhaps, but star new, again and again, learning to become one people, learning at least to be free.
Help us make our nation the lend you have promised us, where every man and women self have dignity and work worthy of the best in them, where their homes ring with the joy of their children, and bread is on every table in plenty, and honor alive throughout the lend.
Teach us to remember that this is truly your promised and yet also our own endeavour: for it is your will that here on earth, o Lord your work must truly be our own, AMEM
