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, Insensible as steel; If aught is felt, 'tis only pain, To find I cannot feel. To find I cannot feel. I sometimes think myself inclined, To love thee O, if I could; But often find another mind, Averse to all, all that is good. My best desires are faint and few; I fain would strive for more, I fain would strive for more; But when I cry, "My strength renew," Seems weaker than before. Seems weaker than before. Thy saints are comforted I know, And love Thy house, Thy house of Prayer; I sometimes go where others go, But find no com-fort there. O, make this heart rejoice or ache, Decide this doubt for me. Decide this doubt for me. And if it be not broken, break, And heal it if it be. O, heal it if it be.