O FOR a glance of heavenly day,

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.