You are worthy - verse 3.

We sang the hymn "Thou art worthy" the other week. The first verse is by Pauline Michael Mills, with a second verse added by Tom Smail. I was thinking that with a third verse on the Holy Spirit, it would make a good Trinitarian piece. Here's my attempt in modernised English. 

You are worthy, You are worthy,

You are worthy, O Dove,

You are worthy to receive glory,

the Spirit of Christ and of God.

For You have renewed us, have        

sanctified and sealed us,

by Your power making us whole.

And You will raise us

as You raised Jesus

to sit at the Father’s right hand. 

Let me feel your love

The other day I was listening to Adele's cover version of Bob Dylan's Make You Feel My Love. I thought that the tune might be suitable for a hymn so I had go at writing one. 

Jesus, Lord
I now would seek your face.

I long to feel the

Warmth of your embrace.

My Saviour you’re so full of

Truth and grace.

Oh let me know your love.

Jesus, Lord

You died to make me whole.

Your precious blood

Was shed to save my soul.

Now to serve you

Is my highest goal,

To you I give my love.

Father why,

Did you give

Your Only Son

To win a hopeless

Case like me?

Your love transcends

My highest thoughts,

My dreams,

Yet your Spirit tells me

It is so.

Jesus, Lord

You rose up from the dead.

At your presence death’s

Dark shadows fled.

Let me feed on you

O living bread.

And ever praise your love.

Chorus

Jesus, Lord

When will you come in power,

And all men see your glory

In that hour?

I hope in you,

My refuge and strong tower.

I shelter in your love.

End

The True Image: A hymn

God's image true, his very form,

took servant's shape, of woman born.

He stooped so low, nailed to a cross,

His visage marred, his beauty lost,

For our transgressions pierced.

By man came sin and loss and grief,

by Christ the Man came our relief.

Our lost and hopeless dying race
redeemed by free and priceless grace,
Last Adam cursed for us.

The Son of God in weakness came,

he took our flesh and bore our shame.

But by the Holy Spirit's breath

he rose again, defeating death,

the Son of God with power.

Lord of the living and the dead,

now crowned on high the Church's head.

He rules the world with iron rod

till all that breathe submit to God,
And praise his highest name.

Sung to St. Margaret, the tune which usually accompanies O love that wilt not let me go.