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. | |