Today men heap reproach and shame
In many ways on God's fair name
Some show God weak; some paint him cruel
"There is no God!" so shouts the fool
Who'll go the name of God to clear?
Who'll sing his praise for all to hear?
"Lord, here I am! Send me, send me
I'll sing your praises faithfully
No greater honor could there be, Lord
Here I am! Send me, send me."

Men make the taunt that God is slow
The fear of God they do not know
Some worship idols made of stone
Some would put Caesar on God's throne
Who'll tell the wicked what's in store?
Who'll warn of God's great final war?
"Lord, here I am! Send me, send me
I'll sound the warning fearlessly
No greater honor could there be, Lord
Here I am! Send me, send me."

Today the meek ones mourn and sigh
Because the evils multiply
With honest hearts they seek to find
The truth that gives real peace of mind
Who'll go with comfort to the meek?
Who'll help them righteousness to seek?
"Lord, here I am! Send me, send me
I'll teach such meek ones patiently
No greater honor could there be, Lord
Here I am! Send me, send me."