Lord, is my heart unclean and vile
And quite unfit for Thee?
Is all my nature filled with guile,
And pride and enmity?

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;

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.

O Lord, take out the heart of stone,
Where love can never be,
And give a tender, contrite one,
A dwelling fit for Thee.