The Contrite Heart. - Isaiah lvii.15.
The Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mine A contrite heart or no? I hear, but seem to hear in vain, Insensible as steel; If aught is felt, tis only pain To find I cannot feel. I sometimes think myself inclined To love thee, if I could; But often feel another mind, Averse to all thats good. My best desires are faint and few, I fain would strive for more: But when I cry, My strength renew, Seem weaker than before. Thy saints are comforted, I know, And love thy house of prayer; I therefore go where others go, But find no comfort there. O 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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