Kathryn Rose - The Contrite Heart - текст песни (слова)

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.