With Joyful Lips Lyrics

Chorus

Abba, Father, let us be yours and yours alone.

Set our hearts, are spirits free.

Make us, Lord, your own.

Verse 1

Through your goodness, Lord, we bring

Bread of our Labour and wine to cheer the heart

Which will soon be filled for us

With the life of your Son.

Verse 2

Take this drop of water, too,

Sign of our weakness, yet symbol of our love.

By its mingling may we share

Your divinity.

Verse 3

Please, accept our sacrifice

Offered to honour the glory of your name.

Sinners all, we bring to you

Humble, contrite hearts.

Verse 4

From the rising of the sun

Unto it setting, how great is your name.

All the nations bring you, Lord,

Fragrant sacrifice.