The LORD will happiness divine

The contrite heart by William Cowper


 * 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 ought 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 that's 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.