God is a Spirit, just and wise,

He sees our inmost mind;

In vain to beav'n we raise our cries,

And leave our souls behind.

Nothing but truth before his throne

With honor can appear;

The painted hypocrites are known

Through the disguise they wear.

Their lifted eyes salute the skies,

Their bending knees the ground;

But God abhors the sacrifice,

Where not the heart is found.

Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways,

And make my soul sincere

Then shall I stand before thy face,

And find acceptance there.