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“Contrite heart.”  Isa. 57. 15;  Ps. 51. 17

W. Cowper                     C.M.

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 aught is felt, ’tis only pain,
To find I cannot feel.

3
I sometimes think myself inclined
To love thee, if I could;
But often find 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 prayer;
I sometimes go where others go,
But find no comfort there.

6
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.