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.