Scripture Verse

A broken and a contrite heart, O God, Thou wilt not despise. Psalm 51:17


Words: Will­iam C. Mar­tin, in Crown of Beau­ty, ed­it­ed by Le­on­ard Daugh­er­ty & James H. Ro­se­crans (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: Stand­ard Pub­lish­ing, 1902), num­ber 69.

Music: Fu­ku­oka N. Keff Smith, 1902 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Smith (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

William C. Martin (1864–1914)


I bring my heart to Thee,
My ills I can not count,
That it may pure and cleansèd be
In Thy once op­ened fount.


I will no more de­lay,
Before Thy throne I fall,
And at Thy pre­cious feet I lay
My heart, my life, to Thee.

I give my life to Thee,
Lord, use it as Thou wilt;
The life for which on Cal­va­ry
Thy pre­cious blood was spilt.


If I have aught with­held,
I give it now, my Lord,
With Thee I am by love im­pelled
To be in sweet ac­cord.