Burdened with grief and heavy in its woe,
Longing to find in life some better part :
Who, who will go to bind the broken heart ?
Lord, here am I ; send me ! send me !
To bind the broken heart,
To find the better part :
Lord, here am I ; send me ! send me i
2 Who, who will go to wipe away the tear
From eyes long used to sorrow's briny flow ?
To comfort those who stand beside hope's bier ?
Who, who will go to wipe away the tear ?
Lord, here am I ; send me ! send me !
To wipe away the tear,
To stand beside hope's bier :
Lord, here am I ; send me ! send me I
3 Who, who will go to seek the Iambs astray ?
To lift the fallen where he lies so low,
Into the sunlight of the heavenly way :
Who, who will go to seek the lambs astray ?
Lord, here am I ; send me i send me !
To seek the lambs astray,
To point the heavenly way :
Lord, here am I ; send me ! send me !