A Service of Thanksgiving KATHLEEN RICHIE McC | Page 6

Hymn

Lift Up Your Hearts
Georg Weissel , 1590-1635 ; trans . by Catherine Winkworth , 1827-1878
“ 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 !
Above the storms that vex this lower state , Pride , jealousy , and envy , rage , and hate , And cold mistrust that holds e ’ en friends apart , O Lord of Love , lift every brother ’ s heart !
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 !”