1 Lord, you chose your first disciples
from a group around the lake,
and they followed when you called them,
coming gladly for your sake.
Then they watched you as you travelled,
learned to trust in what you said,
saw you love and save the outcast,
reach the lost and raise the dead.

2 Lord, we long to make disciples
from the group for which we care;
sweet success or bitter failure,
joy or grief with you we share.
Let the lost be found and welcomed,
let the dead find life anew;
we have shared in their rebellion:
let them come to share in you.

3 When the pressures seem to crush us
you delight your power to prove;
when the barriers divide us
you bring harmony and love.
Your good news shall be our message
making us and others whole,
all your ways our perfect pattern
and yourself our glorious Goal.

Christopher Idle
© Christopher Idle/Jubilate Hymns Ltd
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