"Lift up your hearts!" (Walter Greatorex)

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  • (Posted 2021-02-10)  CPDL #62809:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-02-10).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 30 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
  • (Posted 2021-02-10)  CPDL #62808:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-02-10).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 98 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.

General Information

Title: "Lift up your hearts!"
Composer: Walter Greatorex
Tune: Woodlands
Lyricist: Henry Montagu Butlercreate page

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Unison
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 10 10. 10 10

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

First published:
  2nd published: 1983 in Hymns Ancient and Modern, New Standard, no. 241
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Original text and translations

English.png English text

‘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 slough of guilty fears,
the mist of doubt, the blight of love’s decay,
O Lord of light, lift all our hearts to-day.

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.

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.’