A broken and contrite heart, O God, You will not despise. Psalm 51:17
Words: William Cowper, Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1, number 64.
The contrite heart.
Music: Soho Joseph Barnby, 1881 (🔊 pdf nwc).
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 aught 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’s 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.