Text:"Create in me a clean heart"
Author:Hart

310. "Create in me a clean heart"

1 Lord, when thy Spirit descends to show
The badness of our hearts,
Astonished at the amazing view,
The soul with horror starts.

2 [The dungeon, opening foul as hell,
Its loathsome stench emits;
And, brooding in each secret cell,
Some hideous monster sits.]

3 [Swarms of ill thoughts their bane diffuse,
Proud, envious, false, unclean;
And every ransacked corner shows
Some unsuspected sin.]

4 Our staggering faith gives way to doubt;
Our courage yields to fear;
Shocked at the sight, we straight cry out,
“Can ever God dwell here?”

5 None less than God’s Almighty Son
Can move such loads of sin;
The water from his side must run,
To wash this dungeon clean.

6 O come, thou much-expected Guest!
Lord Jesus, quickly come!
Enter the chamber of my breast;
Thyself prepare the room.

7 For should’st thou stay till thou canst meet
Reception worthy thee,
With sinners thou would’st never sit –
At least I’m sure with me.

8 When, when will that blest time arrive,
When thou wilt kindly deign
With me to sit, to lodge, to live;
And never part again?

Text Information
First Line: Lord, when thy Spirit descends to show
Title: "Create in me a clean heart"
Author: Hart
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
Topic: Tribulation and Inconstancy of Mind
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