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!

A heart re­signed, sub­mis­sive, meek,
My dear Re­deem­er’s throne,
Where on­ly Christ is heard to speak,
Where Je­sus reigns alone.

A hum­ble, low­ly, con­trite, heart,
Believing, true and clean,
Which nei­ther life nor death can part
From Him that dwells with­in.

A heart in ev­ery thought re­newed
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 dis­tressed I am,
I want Thy love to know.

My heart, Thou know’st, can ne­ver rest
Till Thou cre­ate my peace;
Till of mine Ed­en r­epos­sessed,
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, gra­cious Lord, im­part;
Come quick­ly from above;
Write Thy new name up­on my heart,
Thy new, best name of Love.