Scripture Verse

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.

Music: Mar­tha John B. Ham­mer, 1871 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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


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.