521. A Worship Hymn

I've covered this ground before, but you don't go writing 520-plus hymns without a bit of self-repetition and, with the Lord's blessing, some improvement. So, hoping this covers the "set apart" and sacramental (from Christ to us) aspects of Christian worship, here's a bit of verse set to no particular tune at the time of this writing. It shouldn't be too hard to find a melody to go with it, though. Suggestions?

This time is Yours, O Lord:
The favored year and hour
Wherein Your saving gifts are poured
With sacramental power.
Grant, then, that we may pause,
Rich blessings to receive:
A rest from cares and carking laws,
From doom a free reprieve.

This place is Yours, O Lord:
A sanctum set apart
For poor in spirit to afford
An entry to Your heart.
Rend, then, the veil that bars
Our access to Your throne;
Draw near, from yon above the stars,
Embrace us as Your own.

The Word is Yours, O Lord,
Though wing'd or spoken plain:
A faithful preacher but accord,
It shall not fly in vain.
Break through the stoppered ear;
The heavy tongue unseal,
That we the saving news may hear
And echo back with zeal.

This meal is Yours, O Lord:
As oft as it is laid,
Your off'ring is once more adored
And peace with God is made.
Forgive the sins that nailed
Your body to the tree;
Imbue us with the blood that trailed
From You to set us free.

Our life is Yours, O Lord,
To give as well as take:
And since Your life in us is stored,
We live but for Your sake.
Until our final breath,
Come ease or bitter strife,
Join us to Your triumphant death;
Perfect us unto life.

IMAGE: Ajuntament de Sant Vicenç de Montalt, CC BY 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons.