God Is a Spirit, Just and Wise

God is a Spir­it

just and wise

He sees our in­most mind;

In vain to Heav’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 bend­ed 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.