Jeremiah

Show thyself to me, Lord; my heart is racked
with the imminence of thy coming. Pour forth thy waters,
holy storm; plough me up, that I may bear thy seed; make
my earth fruitful, inspire my lips; brand me with the mark
of thy service Set thy yoke upon me. See, my neck is bowed
in readiness, for thine am I, thine for evermore. Make thyself
known to me, Lord, even as I know thee; let me but see
thy glory, even as thou lookest down upon my unworthiness
in the gloom; deign only to show me the way of thy
will, point the way to him who is thy servant for ever