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(Isaiah 6:8) 1. Today men heap reproach and shame, In many ways on Gods fair name. Some show God weak; some paint him cruel. There is no God! so shouts the fool. Wholl go the name of God to clear? Wholl sing his praise for all to hear? Lord, here I am! Send me, send me. Ill sing your praises faithfully. (CHORUS) No greater honor could there be, Lord. Here I am! Send me, send me. 2. 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 Gods throne. Wholl tell the wicked whats in store? Wholl warn of Gods great final war? Lord, here I am! Send me, send me. Ill sound the warning fearlessly. (CHORUS) No greater honor could there be, Lord. Here I am! Send me, send me. 3. 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. Wholl go with comfort to the meek? Wholl help them righteousness to seek? Lord, here I am! Send me, send me. Ill teach such meek ones patiently. (CHORUS) No greater honor could there be, Lord. Here I am! Send me, send me. (See also Ps. 10:4; Ezek. 9:4.)