O Sovereign King,
You who see the unseen and forgotten people,
Who sent Your royal angelic herald
To the unclean, uncouth shepherds,
The offscourings of society,
Distant from the rites of public worship,
But not from Your gaze:
Proclaim Your good news of great joy
To the invisible souls on the margins of church and culture now;
Invade our darkness with Your light,
Our fear with Your joy,
Our alienation with Your presence,
Our anonymity with Your attentive delight,
That we also might sound forth Your praises
And herald the glories You proclaim to us,
So that all glory and worship might resound
To Jesus the Savior,
Virgin-born yet God-enfleshed.
Holy and gracious is He.
Blessed be His name.
Amen.
