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 swamps of sub­ter­fuge and shame,
The deeds, the thoughts, that hon­or may not name,
The halt­ing tongue that dares not tell the whole,
O Lord of Truth, lift ev­ery Chris­tian soul!

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 giv’n;
Low lies the best till lift­ed up to Heav’n;
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!