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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 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 pray'r;
I sometimes go where others go
But find no comfort there.
Oh, make this heart rejoice or ache —
Decide this doubt for me;
And, if it be not broken, break,
And heal it, if it be.
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