THE CHRISTIAN YEAR
O FOR a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free;
A heart that always feels thy Blood
So freely spilt for me:
2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
My dear Redeemer’s throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone:
3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within:
4 A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine.
5 My heart, thou know’st, can never rest
Till thou create my peace;
Till of mine Eden repossest,
From self, and sin, I cease.
6. Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart,
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new best name of love.
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