The 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’s 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.

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.