The voice of God is calling
Its summons in our day;
Isaiah heard in Zion
And we now hear God say:
Whom shall I send to succor
My people in their need?
Whom shall I send to loosen
The bonds of shame and greed?

I hear My people crying
In slum and mine and mill;
No field or mart is silent,
No city street is still.
I see My people falling
In darkness and despair.
Whom shall I send to shatter
The fetters which they bear?

We heed, O Lord, Your summons,
And answer: Here are we!
Send us upon Your errand,
Let us Your servants be.
Our strength is dust and ashes,
Our years a passing hour;
But You can use our weakness
To magnify Your power.

From ease and plenty save us;
From pride of place absolve;
Purge us of low desire;
Lift us to high resolve;
Take us, and make us holy;
Teach us Your will and way.
Speak, and behold! We answer;
Command, and we obey!