Hymn: The Offerings To Thy Throne Which Rise Poem by John Bowring

The offerings to Thy throne which rise,
Of mingled praise and prayer,
Are but a worthless sacrifice,
Unless the heart is there.


Upon Thine all-discerning ear
Let no vain words intrude;
No tribute but the vow sincere-
The tribute of the good.


My offerings will indeed be blest,
If sanctified by Thee;
If Thy pure spirit touch my heart
With its own purity.


O may that spirit warm my heart
To piety and love;
And to life's lowly vale impart
Some ray from heaven above.