The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, Thou wilt not despise. Psalm 51:17
Words: John B. Hammer, 1871. Appeared in Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church (Bethlehem, Pennsylvania: Provincial Synod, 1920), number 786.
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Savior, now with contrite hearts
We approach Thy throne of love;
Asking pardon for our sins,
Peace and comfort from above.
Thou didst suffer on the cross
To atone for sinners’ guilt;
May we never, Lord, forget
That for us Thy blood was spilt.
Now to Thee ourselves we bring,
Cleanse us, Lord, we humbly pray;
Undeserving though we be,
Draw us closer every day.
Thou our refuge art, and strength!
Keep, O keep us safe from harm,
Shield us through the coming night
By Thine everlasting arm.