We had no music, Lord, for Thee
Before Thy love had won our hearts;
Just sin's discordant notes were there,
In all their inharmonious parts,
And Thee to pity moved, O Lord,
To hear the sorrowful discord.

And now, though still we've naught to bring,
But emptied hearts, harp-like, yet mute,
Till by the Holy Spirit swept,
Then sweeter than the harp and flute,
The melody that meets Thine ear,
Which Thou art pleased, O Lord, to hear.

H. McD

Fruit of a Lord’s Day Morning Worship