S.M.
1
Lord, is my heart unclean and vile
And quite unfit for Thee?
Is all my nature filled with guile,
And pride and enmity?
2
Can this be true, and I’m each day
So careless of my state?
Lord, stir my infant powers to pray,
A new, clean heart create;
3
A heart to love the Lord so good,
Who feeds me day by day;
A heart to fear His holy Word,
And turn from sin away.
4
O Lord, take out the heart of stone,
Where love can never be,
And give a tender, contrite one,
A dwelling fit for Thee.
