Third Sunday after Trinity

Hark, through the courts of heaven
Voices of angels sound:
'He that was dead now lives again;
He that was lost is found.'

God of unfailing grace,
Send down Thy Spirit now;
Raise the rejected soul to hope,
And make the lofty bow.

In countries far from home,
On earthly husks we feed;
Back to our Father's house, O Lord,
Our wandering footsteps lead.

Then at each soul's return,
The heavenly harp shall sound:
'He that was dead now lives again;
He that was lost is found.