Sunday, January 8, 2023
476. Proper 4 (Series C)
Lord Jesus, send Your word and heal:
That which You speak is strong and real.
It will suffice our heart's appeal
If but through means with us You deal.
One soldier had it right, to waive
A call from You to heal his slave.
He who command both took and gave
Knew Your mere word could heal and save.
Send but Your word, O Lord of hosts!
Its power is Your servants' boast,
Who, though they be the nethermost,
Yet with it wield the Holy Ghost.
You Christ, Yourself, are Word indeed:
Are God at work amid our need;
On which, as more than bread, we feed
And give back in the prayers we plead.
Around the world, where it is heard,
Forgive the sinner through Your word,
Whom in Your spotless garb You gird,
That we to fruitful toil be spurred.
Hear, Savior, our repentant plea:
Send forth Your word and set us free.
Speak, and from death itself we'll be
Raised up, Your face at last to see.