Minister: Lift up your hearts!
Congregation: We lift them up to the Lord!
Unto You I cry, O Lord my Rock;
Do not be quiet.
If You are quiet when I pray,
Then I will float like those who drift
Down to the pit,
A floating leaf.
So hear my prayers,
When I offer prayers,
When I lift my hands
Toward Your seer.
And do not let me be dragged away,
Drawn with the wicked,
With the workers of sin,
Who speak peace to their neighbors,
With hearts full of mischief.
God, give them back the fruit of their deeds,
According to their wickedness.
Return to them the work of their hands,
Full measure, running over.
Render back their wages.
They don’t regard Your works, O God,
Or what Your hands have done.
Destroy them then, and do not build.
Blessed be the Lord,
The one who hears,
The one who hears these prayers of mine.
The Lord is my strength;
The Lord is my shield.
My heart trusts, and I am helped.
This is why my heart is glad,
And why my songs will praise His name.
The Lord’s anointed have His strength;
He is their saving strength and power.
Save all Your people, Lord and God,
Bless Your inheritance, for they are Yours.
Feed them with bread, bread from Your hand,
And lift them up forever.
Psalm 28
And so, gracious Father, we worship You now through Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit, one God, world without end, amen.