O for a glance of heavenly day,

To take this stubborn heart away,

And thaw, with beams of love divine,

This heart, this frozen heart of mine.

The rocks can rend; the earth can 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,

O Lord, an adamant would melt:

But I can read each moving line,

And nothing moves this heart of mine.

Thy judgments, too, which devils fear—

Amazing thought! unmoved I hear;

Goodness and wrath in vain combine

To stir this stupid heart of mine.

But something yet can do the deed;

And that dear something much I need:

Thy Spirit can from dross refine,

And move and melt this heart of mine.