Lord, Who on earth didst minister To those who helpless lay In pain and weakness, hear me now, As unto Thee I pray. Give to mine eyes the power to see The hidden source of ill, Give to my hand the healing touch The throb of pain to still. Grant that mine ears be swift to hear The cry of those in pain; Give to my tongue the words that bring Comfort and strength again. Fill Thou my heart with tenderness, My brain with wisdom true And when in weariness I sink Strengthen Thou me anew. So in Thy footsteps may I tread, Strong in Thy strength alway; So may I do Thy blessed work And praise Thee day by day.Reproduced with permission from the Illinois Medical Journal (June, 1953).—Ed.
Oh, land of vast and fertile fields Two oceans lap your shores A hungry