Whom shall I send? our Maker cries: And many, when they hear his voice, Are sure where their vocation lies: But many shrink form such a choice. For who can serve a God so pure, Or claim to speak in such a Name, While doubt makes every step unsure, And self confuses every aim? And yet, believing he who calls Knows what we are and still may be, Our past defeats, our future falls, We dare to answer: Lord, send me! Those whom he calls he purifies, And daily gives us strength to bend Our thoughts, our skills, our energies, And life itself to this one end.