LXX. The Contrite heart

1 Lord, hear a burden'd sinner mourn,
Who gladly would to thee return;
Thy tender mercies O impart,
And take away this stony heart!

2 'Tis this hard heart which sinks me down,
Nor asks thy smile, nor fears thy frown;
This causes all my woe and smart,—
Lord, take away this stony heart!

3 'Tis this hard heart I feel within,
Which slights thy grace, and cleaves to sin,
Sure 'tis of hell the counterpart;
Lord, take away this stony heart.

4 'Tis this hard heart which day by day
Would shut my mouth, nor let me pray,
Yea, would from ev'ry duty start;
Lord, take away this stony heart!

5 Sure the bless'd day will shortly come,
When this hard heart shall know its doom,
When I no more shall sin retain,
Nor of a stony heart complain.

6 Yes, friendly death, with welcome stroke,
Will loose the chain— will break the yoke;
And, when arriv'd o glory's shore,
A stony heart be felt no more.

Text Information
First Line: Lord, hear a burden'd sinner mourn
Title: The Contrite heart
Author: Medley
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
Topic: The Sensible Sinner
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