O God of mer­cy! heark­en now:
Before Thy throne we hum­bly bow;
With heart and voice to Thee we cry
For all on earth who suf­fer­ing lie.

We seek Thee where Thou dwell’st on high;
Beyond the glit­ter­ing, star­ry sky:
We find Thee where Thou dwell’st be­low
Beside the beds of want and woe.

Be ours the hearts and hands to bless
The sor­row­ing sons of wretch­ed­ness;
Send Thou the help we can­not give;
Bid dy­ing souls arise and live.

Oh, let the heal­ing wa­ters spring,
Touched by Thy pi­ty­ing an­gel’s wing;
With quick­en­ing pow­er new strength im­part
To pal­sied will, to wi­thered heart.

Where po­ver­ty in pain must lie,
Where lit­tle suf­fering child­ren cry,
Bid us haste forth as called by Thee,
And in Thy poor, Thy­self to see.

Be Thou, O God eter­nal, blest!
Thy holy name on earth con­fessed!
Echo Thy praise from ev­ery shore
Forever and for ev­er­more.