I.

Hard heart of mine! O that the Lord
Would this hard heart subdue!
O come thou blest life-giving word,
And form my soul anew.

II.

I hear the heav'nly pilgrims tell
Their sins are all forgiv'n,
And while on earth their bodies dwell,
Their souls enjoy a heav'n.

III.

While I, poor wretch, in darkness stand,
With guilt a heavy load;
And ev'ry breath expos'd to land
Beyond the grace of GOD .

IV.

The christians sing redeeming love,
And talk of joys divine above
And soon, they say, in realms above
In glory they shall shine.

V.

But ah! it's all an unknown tongue,
I never knew that love;
I cannot sing that heav'nly song,
Nor tell of joys above.

VI.

I want, O GOD , I know not what!
I want what saints enjoy;
O let their portion by my lot,
Their work be my employ.

VII.

Fain would I know that Saviour mine,
And take his bleeding love,
With all the heav'nly pilgrims join,
While I this desert rove.

VIII.

Then O to those transporting realms,
My soul would soar away,
Where all the warriors wear their palms
In everlasting day.