Friday, November 5, 2010

Newton On the Contrite Heart

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.

--John Newton

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