Send Thy shaft from heaven's bow,

                                            Love-tipped and mercy-sent,

                                    To strike my heart with such a blow,

                                            Thou deems’t it wisely spent.

                                    Let me not pass the orphan child,

                                            Or widow unsustained,

                                    But that I walk the extra mile

                                            Because my heart is pained.

                                    Nor to the map on yonder wall

                                            May I not lift mine eye

                                    That I feel not the pain of all

                                            Who, bound in chains there, lie.

                                    O, Father God! So good and true.

                                            Come smite me with Thy love,

                                    And let Thine arrows strike me through

                                            With mercy from above.

                                    Let me before Thine arrows fall

                                            To die the death ordained,

                                    That I may rise to give my all,

                                            And walk as one Love-chained.

                                    O, Father God! Look on this prayer!

                                            I offer it to Thee.

                                    For Thou art He Who made me care.

                                           Now, make it good in me!