Lord, when you came to seek the lost, You loved them to the uttermost: To us, whom you have called, reveal The secret of your power to heal. No magic gesture made them whole, The sick of body, mind, and soul, But something wonderful to them - This love, unwilling to condemn. But judging not is difficult To us when we've no sense of guilt, Whose mild addictions only give A harmless edge to how we live. And how much better if we strive To keep the flame of hope alive, And by compassion rescue some, Than banging on the moral drum. Lord, we commend this work to you: May we see clearly what to do, And by your unseen presence aid Those still defeated and afraid.