Scripture Verse

A broken and a contrite heart, O God, Thou wilt not despise. Psalm 51:7


Words: Eliz­a­beth A. God­win (1817–1889). God­win wrote these words while a girl; they were first pub­lished in the Ev­an­gel­i­cal Ma­ga­zine, then in the 1873 ed­i­tion of her Songs for the Wea­ry.

Music: Will­er­by Eb­en­e­zer Prout (1835–1909) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Godwin (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

Ebenezer Prout


My Savior, ’mid life’s varied scene,
Be Thou my stay;
Guide me through each perplexing path,
To perfect day.
In weakness and in sin I stand;
Still faith can clasp Thy mighty hand,
And follow at Thy dear command.

My Savior, I have naught to bring
Worthy of Thee;
A broken heart Thou will not spurn
Accept of me;
I need Thy righteousness divine,
I plead Thy promises as mine,
I perish if I am not Thine.

My Savior, wilt Thou turn away
From such a cry?
My refuge, wilt Thou me forget
And must I die?
Faith trembles; but her glance of light
Has pierced through regions dark as night
And entered into realms of light.

My Savior, ’mid Heaven’s glorious throng
I see Thee there,
Pleading with all Thy matchless love
And tender care;
Not for the angel forms around,
But for lost souls in fetters bound,
That they may hear salvation’s sound.

My Savior, thus I find my rest,
Alone with Thee;
Beneath Thy wing I have no fear
Of what may be.
Strengthened with Thy all-glorious might,
I shall be conqueror in the fight,
Then give to Thee my crown of light.