The Contrite Heart

I

The Lord will happiness divine
  On contrite hearts bestow:
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
  A contrite heart or no?

II

I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
  Insensible as steel;
If aught is felt, ’tis only pain
  To find I cannot feel.

III

I sometimes think myself inclined
  To love thee, if I could;
But often feel another mind,
  Averse to all that’s good.

IV

My best desires are faint and few,
  I fain would strive for more;
But when I cry, “My strength renew,”
  Seem weaker than before.

V

Thy saints are comforted, I know,
  And love thy house of prayer;
I therefore go where others go,
  But find no comfort there.

VI

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.