1 The Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God! is mine
A contrite heart or no?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;
If ought is felt, 'tis only pain
To find I cannot feel.
3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd
To love thee, if I could;
But often feel another mind,
Averse to all that's good.
4 My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more;
But when I cry, "My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.
5 Thy saints are comforted, I know
And love thy house of pray'r;
I sometimes go where others go,
But find no comfort there.
6 Oh, make this heart rejoice or ache;—
Decide this doubt for me;
And, if it be not broken, break—
And heal it, if it be.
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First Line: | The Lord will happiness divine |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Penitence of the awakened sinner: Penitence; The contrite Heart |