O for a heart more fervent

O for a heart more fervent,
My God, more purely Thine!
A spirit more observant
Of all Thy laws divine;
Less cold when bent before Thee,
Less careless in Thy sight;
More willing to adore Thee,
And love Thee as it might!

Why should I cast behind me
The hope that may be mine?
When God hath not resign'd me,
Shall I my God resign?
Leave joy and peace and blessing,
A life — a world of bliss;
For joys not worth possessing
In such a world as this?

O for that deep devotion,
That grace, whose strength within
Subdues each wild emotion
Suggested here by sin;
Uplifts each warm affection
And lays it at Thy feet,
Assured that no rejection
The contrite soul shall meet!