Chrous

earth earth. O use me, Use me Lord, As your eyes to see the need, Your hands the poor to feed, Your voice the truth to sing.

Verse 1

His look, his gentle look, Can carve a mountain Bend a rainbow, Ease the suff'ring on all the

Verse 2

His touch his kindly touch, Can rustle tree tops Scatter rain drops Ease the suff'ring on all the

Verse 3

His voice his tender voice Can reach the heavens Whisper pardon Ease the suff'ring on all the