O for a glance of heav­en­ly day,
To take this stub­born heart away,
And thaw, with beams of love di­vine,
This heart, this froz­en heart of mine.

The rocks can rend; the earth can quake;
The seas can roar; the mount­ains shake:
Of feel­ing, all things show some sign,
But this un­feel­ing heart of mine.

To hear the sor­rows Thou hast felt,
O Lord, an ada­mant would melt:
But I can read each mov­ing line,
And no­thing moves this heart of mine.

Thy judg­ments, too, which de­vils fear—
Amazing thought! un­moved I hear;
Goodness and wrath in vain com­bine
To stir this stu­pid heart of mine.

But some­thing yet can do the deed;
And that dear some­thing much I need:
Thy Spir­it can from dross re­fine,
And move and melt this heart of mine.