Hope to the desolate,
Comfort to those who mourn,
Presence to the lonely, the desparing.
This new day,
Let us be your hands,
Your words,
Your heart,
To all we meet.
We are yours.
Hope to the desolate,
Comfort to those who mourn,
Presence to the lonely, the desparing.
This new day,
Let us be your hands,
Your words,
Your heart,
To all we meet.
We are yours.
