1 WHEREWITH, O God, shall I draw near, And bow myself before Thy face? How in Thy purer eyes appear? What shall I bring to gain Thy grace? 2 Will gifts delight the Lord Most High? Will multiplied oblations please? Thousands of rams His favour buy, Or slaughter’d hecatombs appease? 3 Can these assuage the wrath of God? Can these wash out my guilty stain? Rivers of oil, and seas of blood! Alas! they all must flow in vain. 4 Shall I my darling Isaac give,— Whate’er is dearest in my eyes?