Minister: Lift up your hearts!
Congregation: We lift them up to the Lord!
Oh Lord, my heart is not haughty.
My eyes are not arched and lofty.
Neither do I meddle with high doctrine,
Truths too great to hold in my hands.
Not for me . . .
I have settled down, after the sobbing,
Like a child being weaned from the breast.
My soul is a weaned child,
brought to rest.
Let Israel hope in the Lord forever.
Let Israel hope in the Lord always.
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.