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.