The Contrite Heart Isaiah 57:15
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.
Oh make this heart rejoice or ache; Decide this doubt for me; And if it be not broken, break— And heal it, if it be!
Olney Hymns, William Cowper, from Cowper’s Poems, Sheldon & Company, New York
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• If you live in a graveyard too long you stop crying when someone dies.
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