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.

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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