O Lord, helper of the helpless, the hope of those who are past hope, the savior of the tempest-tossed, the harbor of the voyagers, the physician of the sick. You know each soul and our prayer, each home and its need. Become to each one of us what we most dearly desire, receiving us all into your kingdom, making us children of the light. Pour on us your peace and love.
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