Wherewith Shall I Approach The Lord
Wherewith shall I approach the Lord,
And bow before his throne?
Oh! how procure his kind regard,
And for my guilt atone;
Shall alters flame, and victims bleed,
And spicy fumes ascend?
Will these my earnest wish succeed,
And make my God my friend?
O no, my soul! ’twere fruitless all;
Such offerings are vain:
No fatlings from the field or stall
His favor can obtain.
To men their rights I must allow,
And proofs of kindness give;
To God with humble rev’rence bow,
And to his glory live.
Hands that are clean, and hearts sincere,
He never will despise;
And cheerful duty he’ll prefer
To costly sacrifice.