Lord Will Happiness Divine


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 prayer;
I therefore
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.