Sir, I am not worthy to have You under my roof.
Just give the word and my servant will be cured.
Give me strength, Lord, not to stand aloof.
Let my faith be safely moored.

When He says Go do we Go?
When Ge says Come do we Come?
We can His will gently to sow.
Every small amount towards a greater sum.

We are like those from East and West
To take our place at his feast.
We in our endeavours need some rest.
We can not always maintain our zest.

But if we have believed.
Like the servant we will be cured.