Our Father of Mercy (Hebrews 13:20-21)

To the tune: “The Lambs of the Green Hills”

O our Father of mercy, come and share peace with us,
From our enemy save us and renew in us trust.
With peace from sin and suffering from all tumult and lust,
Build unshaken reliance on You, Lord.

O our Lord of creation, come revive us anew,
Resurrect us from sinning, so we’ll seek after You,
Give us life in Your Spirit, life that’s faithful and true,
Dead to dying, we’ll be more like You, Lord.

O our Father and shepherd, faithful unto Your sheep,
Ever guide us with mercy, when we wander or flee,
For, lo, You’re ever watchful, and You never will sleep,
But will rally us back unto You, Lord.

O our Father by promise and in covenant one,
With your blood you have bought us, and have called us Your sons,
In that blood, then, forever, we can confident come,
And Your sacrifice brings us to You, Lord.

O our Father all-holy, You are sacred and pure,
Now equip us for good works, through all suffering endure.
Help us heed those above us, make us generous and sure,
And bear offspring that listen to You, Lord.

O our Father of mercy, you perform what is right,
You are perfect in goodness, ever pleasing in Your sight,
And Your every performance is accomplished in Christ,
Let our praises be given to You, Lord!

Peace and Holiness (Hebrews 12:14-17)

The only way to nurture peace,
Is by becoming more like Christ.
For peace is found in His decrease,
And unity we find,
As we reflect His mind.
So let us seek peace fervently,
With all men – friend and enemy.

The only way to holiness,
Is by becoming more like Christ.
For He gives us distinctiveness,
Redeemed and washed by blood,
We’re special in His love.
We honor all His sacred gifts,
In recognition that they’re His.

Now peace and holiness deny,
A gracelessness from springing up.
Nor could we ever then comply,
With roots of bitterness,
Or then to faithlessness.
So sacrilege will not be found,
With in the Church’s holy ground.

The Way (Hebrews 9:8-12)

The holy place was shrouded,
And veil-concealed in mystery pressed.
In glory it was clouded,
And yet to none made manifest.
Yet there was still a way in
Concealed from every human eye
That holy place God stayed in,
Hiding the face of the Divine.

The parables of symbols,
Have hid the way which led within.
The priests in vain assemble,
Their duty in repeating them.
Yet this was not forever,
For God had planned to make it plain,
These ritual endeavors,
All pointed to the perfect way.

And in the Christ revealing,
The way that passes through the veil.
The wrath of God repealing,
Where sacrifice before had failed.
His blood then is the pavement,
That brings us to the holy place.
His sacrifice the statement,
To enter and behold His face.