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Suggested Tune THAXTED (Irregular.)
What can we lift up, Lord God, here from these "thousand hills";
Our cattle: all of our wealth, all things material?
Or do we bring our good works - our try at righteousness -
Can these appease your judgement that flashes down on us?
There is nothing we can bring that is not yours to take:
There is nothing in our world that you, Lord, did not make!
We fall down at your mercy; we come with empty hands.
Like winter rain your love comes - how can we understand?
You poured out grace undeserved when your Son's blood was spilled -
God took form, to love gave form, lived on these "thousand hills" -
Your Son died and rose for us! Hear us as we draw near:
"O Lord, we seek your mercy!" Your mercy finds us here!
How can we honour you, Lord, and show you we are true?
What sacrifice do you ask? And, how can we please you?
No - "Mercy, not sacrifice" - was your will from the start.
Now, Lord, teach us your mercy, give each of us your heart
A heart that breaks for the lost, that yearns for the hurting -
A heart that aches for the weak, a heart full of mercy!
Lord, may we show your mercy, where the world denies it.
Let us not forget the truth: that no one can buy it.
Faith alone opens the gift that you so freely give.
Against all hope we do hope - in Christ we know we live.
May we share gladly your hope where hope is all but gone.
Here upon these "thousand hills", we'll sing your freedom song.
Based on the Revised Common Lectionary (year A) readings for 10 th Sunday in ordinary time:
Hosea 5:15-6:6; Psalm 50:7-15; Romans 4:13-25; Matthew 9:9-13, 18-26