All nations shall fall prostrate before you, O Lord.
Breathe through the heats of our desire thy coolness and thy balm;
let sense be dumb, let flesh retire; speak through the earthquake, wind and fire,
O still small voice of calm, O still small voice of calm.
J G Whittier
Let the peoples praise you, O God, let all the peoples praise you!
Preserve me, O God, I take refuge in you.
Go out to the whole world; proclaim the Good News!