1 Risen Lord, whose name we cherish,
all the stars are in your hand!
Walk today among your people,
light each candle on its stand;
look in mercy, not in judgement,
on your church in every land.

2 For, divided in your service,
we have chosen selfish ways,
lived in bitterness of spirit,
quickly let our anger blaze;
often blindly followed leaders,
sought our glory, not your praise.

3 Yet your church has also triumphed,
told of love's great offering,
in its life shown forth your goodness,
drawn from death its cruel sting;
wakened to the needs of many,
soothed the sorrows life can bring.

4 So, we pray, that by your Spirit
all your scattered flock may find
that deep unity you prayed for
and would share with all mankind;
by this gift our fears and envies
shall in truth be left behind.

5 Risen Lord, your hand is knocking
at each church's bolted door!
Enter now, and dwell within us,
trust and fellowship restore;
that your Father's joys together
all may taste for evermore.

David Mowbray (born 1938)
© David Mowbray/Jubilate Hymns
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