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.
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