O for a heart to praise my God
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O for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free; A heart that's sprinkled with the blood So freely shed for me: A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My great 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 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 nature, gracious Lord, impart, Come quickly from above; Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new best name of Love. |
Sit aptum laudibus Dei cor, culpa liberum, effuso largiter mihi cruore madidum; aequum, submissurn, audiens, cui Jesus imperet, qua Christus unus sit potens nec alius sonet; contritum cor et humile et fide quod integra nec mors nec vita dividet ab eius incola; cor, quicquid cogitet, novum, divinitus amans, nec ulla labe collitum, tuum, Christe, imitans. Fac qualis es, benigne, me; huc properans eas; signes tuo cor nomine, quod audit "Caritas". |