A Broken Heart, my God, my King
A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will never despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
My soul lies humbled in the dust
And owns Thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye
And save the soul condemned to die.

Then will I teach the world Thy ways;
Sinner shall learn Thy sovereign grace;
I’ll lead them to my Savior’s blood,
And they shall praise a pardening God.
O may Thy love inspire my tongue;
Salvation shall be all my song,
And all my power shall join to bless
The Lord, my Strength and Righteousness.
By Isaac Watts
I thought at first you wrote this poem!
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