1 Lord, hear a burden'd sinner mourn,
Who gladly would to thee return;
Thy tender mercies O impart,
And take away this stony heart!
2 'Tis this hard heart which sinks me down,
Nor asks thy smile, nor fears thy frown;
This causes all my woe and smart,—
Lord, take away this stony heart!
3 'Tis this hard heart I feel within,
Which slights thy grace, and cleaves to sin,
Sure 'tis of hell the counterpart;
Lord, take away this stony heart.
4 'Tis this hard heart which day by day
Would shut my mouth, nor let me pray,
Yea, would from ev'ry duty start;
Lord, take away this stony heart!
5 Sure the bless'd day will shortly come,
When this hard heart shall know its doom,
When I no more shall sin retain,
Nor of a stony heart complain.
6 Yes, friendly death, with welcome stroke,
Will loose the chain— will break the yoke;
And, when arriv'd o glory's shore,
A stony heart be felt no more.
Source: A Collection of Evangelical Hymns #LXX
First Line: | Lord, hear a burdened sinner mourn |
Title: | The Contrite Heart |
Author: | Samuel Medley |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |