The offerings to Thy throne which rise,

Of mingled praise and prayer,

Are but a worthless sacrifice,

Unless the heart be there.

Upon Thine all-discerning ear

Let no vain words intrude;

No tribute but the vow sincere,—

The tribute of the good.

Our offerings will indeed be blest,

If sanctified by Thee;

If Thy pure spirit touch the breast

With its own purity.

O, may that spirit warm each heart

To piety and love,

And to life’s lowly vale impart

Some rays from heaven above.