Classic Poem

1. Hard heart of mine, O that the Lord Would
2. I hear the heavenly pilgrims tell Their
this hard heart subdue! O come thou blest life
sins are all forgiven; And while on earth their
giving word, And form my soul anew.
bodies dwell, Their souls enjoy a heaven.

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

4. But, ah! 'tis all an unknown tongue,
I never knew that love;
I cannot sing that heavenly song,
Nor tell of joys above.

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