O God, the God That Saveth Me

O God

the God that sav­eth me

Remove my guil­ty stains

And I will sing Thy right­eous­ness

In grate­ful

joy­ous praise.

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.

No sac­ri­fice dost Thou de­sire

Else would I give it Thee;

Nor with ap­point­ed of­fer­ings

Wilt Thou de­light­ed be.

A brok­en spir­it is to God

A pleas­ing sac­ri­fice;

A brok­en and a con­trite heart

Thou

Lord

will not des­pise.

Do good to Zi­on in Thy grace

Her rui­ned walls re­store;

Then sac­ri­fice of right­eous­ness

Shall please Thee as of yore.

Thy peo­ple then

with will­ing hands

And hearts that Thou hast blest

Shall bring in thank­ful sac­ri­fice

Their choic­est gifts and best.