O Lord, Life Is Sacred

O Lord

life is sac­red

A gift from ab­ove;

Each person is wor­thy

Of hon­or and love.

Your works are so mar­vel­ous

We’re won­der­ful­ly made;

We each bear Your im­age

Conception to grave.

Your hands shaped and formed us

Before we took breath;

You knit us to­ge­ther

And clothed us with flesh.

You give us our life

And or­dain all our days;

Your works

Lord

are won­der­ful;

We lift our hearts in praise.

Upheld since con­cep­tion

And car­ried since birth

To old age and hair of gray

We’re still of great worth.

We still bear Your like­ness

The stamp of Your hand;

You made us in Je­sus

For all the works you planned.

And so

may we hon­or

Each per­son we meet;

The kind­ness You’ve shown us

We wish to re­peat

From child­ren to ag­èd—

We’ll serve them in Your name;

As You hon­or us

O Lord

We pledge to do the same.