Metropolitan Tabernacle, London (Peter Masters)
O for a glance of heavenly day,
To take this stubborn stone away;
And thaw with beams of love divine
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.
The rocks may rend; the earth may quake;
The seas can roar; the mountains shake:
Of feeling, all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.
To hear the sorrows Thou hast felt,
The hardest flint on earth would melt:
But can I read each tender line,
And nothing move this heart of mine?
Thy judgements, too, unmoved I hear,
Amazing thought! which devils fear:
Goodness and wrath in vain combine
To stir this senseless heart of mine.
But there is One can do the deed,
And His resistless touch I need!
Thy Spirit can my dross refine,
And move and melt this heart of mine.