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The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit
A broken and a contrite heart, O God
Thou wilt not despise
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit
A broken and a contrite heart, O God
Thou wilt not despise
For Thou desirest not sacrifice
Else would I bring it
And Thou delightest not in burnt offerings
Behold, Thou desirest truth in the inward parts
And in the hidden part Thou shalt make me to know wisdom
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit
A broken and a contrite heart, O God
Thou wilt not despise
If my people who are called by my name
Shall humble themselves and pray
And seek my face and turn
Turn from their wicked ways
Then will I hear from heaven
And will forgive their sin
And I will heal their land
And I will heal their land
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit
A broken and a contrite heart, O God
Thou wilt not despise
A broken and a contrite heart, O God
Thou wilt not despise
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