Lift up your hearts! We lift them, Lord, to thee

"Lift up your hearts!" We lift them, Lord, to thee;
here at thy feet none other may we see;
"Lift up your hearts!" E'en so, with one accord,
We lift them up, we lift them to the Lord.

Above the level of the former years,
the mire of sin, the weight of guilty fears,
the mist of doubt, the blight of love's decay,
O Lord of Light, lift all our hearts today!

Lift every gift that thou thyself hast given;
low lies the best till lifted up to heaven;
low lie the bounding heart, the teeming brain,
till, sent from God, they mount to God again.

Then, as the trumpet call, in after years,
"Lift up your hearts!" rings pealing in our ears,
still shall those hearts respond, with full accord
"We lift them up, we lift them to the Lord!"

Words: Henry Montague Butler, 1881

Music: Magda, Birmingham, All Souls, Sursum Corda, Ffigysbren

Meter: 10 10 10 10

Website compiled by Steve Benner, 2000-2003.