1 There is a holy sacrifice, Which God in heaven will despise Yea, which is precious in His eyes, The contrite heart. 2 That lofty One, before whose throne The countless hosts of heaven bow down, Another dwelling-place will own, The contrite heart. 3The Holy One, the son of God, His pardoning love will shed aboard, And consecrate as His abode The contrite heart. 4 The Holy Spirit from on high, Will listen to its faintest cry. And cheer and bless and purify The contrite heart 5 Saviour, I cast my hopes on Thee, Such as Thou art, I fain would be; In mercy, Lord bestow on me, The contrite heart.