Father, whose will is life and good
For all of mor­tal breath,
Bind strong the bond of bro­ther­hood
Of those who fight with death.

Empower the hands and hearts and wills
Of friends in lands afar,
Who bat­tle with the bo­dy’s ills
And wage Thy ho­ly war.

Where’er they heal the maimed and blind,
Let love of Christ at­tend:
Proclaim the good Phy­si­cian’s mind,
And prove the Sav­ior friend.

For still His love works won­drous charms,
And, as in days of old,
He takes the wound­ed to His arms,
And bears them to the fold.

O Fa­ther, look from Heav’n and bless
Where’er Thy ser­vants be,
Their works of pure un­self­ish­ness,
Made con­se­crate to Thee.