A new and contrite heart create

In me, Thou God compassionate;

Shut close the gate, and keep the door,

That sin may enter in no more.

To Thee my soul I open wide,

Come, Jesus! and therein abide;

And from thy temple, Lord, my heart,

Bid all unrighteousness depart.

Oh! let thy Holy Spirit’s light,

And thine own heav’nly radiance bright,

O’erflow my spirit like a flood,

Eternal Source of every good!

Thus to my cleansed and contrite heart

Thy heav’nly riches, Lord, impart;

And let thy wisdom, truth, and grace,

Take root within the barren place.

Then shall I tell in grateful song

The praises that to Thee belong;

And while I live, my joy shall be

To consecrate myself to Thee.