Gracious God, my heart re­new,
Make my spir­it right and true;
Cast me not away from Thee,
Let Thy Spir­it dwell in me;
Thy sal­va­tion’s joy im­part,
Steadfast make my will­ing heart.

Sinners then shall learn from me
And re­turn, O God, to Thee;
Savior, all my guilt re­move,
And my tongue shall sing Thy love;
Touch my si­lent lips, O Lord,
And my mouth shall praise ac­cord.

Not the for­mal sac­ri­fice
Has ac­cept­ance in Thine eyes;
Broken hearts are in Thy sight
More than sac­ri­fi­cial rite;
Contrite spir­it, plead­ing cries,
Thou, O God, will not de­spise.

Prosper Zi­on in Thy grace
And her brok­en walls re­place:
Then our right­eous sac­ri­fice
Shall de­light Thy ho­ly eyes;
Free-will of­fer­ings, glad­ly made,
On Thine al­tar shall be laid.