A broken spirit
And a contrite heart
You will not despise
You will not despise
You desire truth
In the inward p arts
A broken spirit
And a contrite heart
Lord, my heart is prone to wander
Prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart
Lord, take and seal it
Seal it for Your courts above.
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