Lift up my head above the mists that rise from earth,
So that my eyes, no longer shaded by the dark,
May see the light that ever shines above.
Encircle me with walls of mercy, truth, and love,
That perfect sphere wherein true liberty is found—
A sure protection from the shafts of ill.
Make strong my arms to bear the weary ones, the faint,
My hands prepare to do my own appointed task
Within Thy vineyard, be it day or night.
Touch Thou my lips with coal aflame from altar fire,
So that my words be those of wisdom, love, and peace,
A benediction unto all who hear.
So shall my feet be beautiful on Zion's mount,
To publish the good tidings from that holy place,
That now are come salvation, freedom, peace.
