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.
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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.