PSALM LI. 10. [P. B. V.]
“Make me a clean heart, O God.”
O for an heart to praise my God,
An heart from sin set free!
An heart that always feels Thy blood,
So freely spilt for me!
An heart resign'd, submissive, meek,
My dear Redeemer's throne,
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.
An humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From Him that dwells within.
An heart in every thought renew'd,
And full of love Divine,
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of Thine.
Thy tender heart is still the same,
And melts at human woe:
Jesu, for Thee distrest I am,
I want Thy love to know.
My heart, Thou know'st, can never rest,
Till Thou create my peace;
Till, of my Eden repossest,
From self and sin I cease.
Fruit of Thy gracious lips, on me
Bestow that peace unknown,
The hidden manna, and the tree
Of life, and the white stone.
Thy nature, dearest Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write Thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, best name of Love.
