1 O God, the God that saveth me,
Remove my guilty stains,
And I will sing thy righteousness
In grateful, joyous strains.
2 O Lord, now open Thou my lips,
Long closed by sin and shame;
My mouth shall show before the world
The glory of Thy Name.
3 No sacrifice dost thou desire,
Else would I give it Thee;
Now with appointed offerings
Wilt Thou delighted be.
4 A broken spirit is to God
A pleasing sacrifice;
A broken and a contrite heart
Thou, Lord, wilt not despise.
5 Do good to Zion in thy grace,
Her ruined walls restore;
Then sacrifice of righteousness
Shall please Thee as of yore.
6 Thy people then with willing hands
And hearts that Thou hast blessed
Shall bring in thankful sacrifice
Their choicest gifts and best.
The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912