1 '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.
2 Above the level of the former years,
the mire of sin, the slough of guilty fears,
the mist of doubt, the blight of love's decay,
O Lord of light, lift all our hearts to-day.
3 Above the swamps of subterfuge and shame,
the deeds, the thoughts, that honour may not name,
the halting tongue that dares not tell the whole,
O Lord of truth, lift every Christian soul.
4 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.
5 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!'
Source: Ancient and Modern: hymns and songs for refreshing worship #708
|First Line:||Lift up your hearts, We lift them, Lord, to Thee|
|Author:||Henry Montagu Butler|
Lift up your hearts! We lift them, Lord, to Thee. H. M. Butler. [Thanksgiving and Praise]. Contributed to the Harrow School Hymn Book, 1881, from which it has passed into several later collections, including The Public School Hymn Book, 1903, The English Hymnal, 1906, and others.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, New Supplement (1907)