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.