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<h2>THE LORD WILL HAPPINESS DIVINE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“A broken and contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.” Psalm 51:17</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_o_cowper_w.html" target="_blank">William Cowper</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Soho,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_barnby_j.html" target="_blank">Joseph Barnby</a>, 1881 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_soho.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>The Lord will happiness divine<br>
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On contrite hearts bestow;<br>
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Then tell me, gracious God, is mine<br>
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A contrite heart or no?</p>
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<p>I hear, but seem to hear in vain,<br>
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Insensible as steel;<br>
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If aught is felt, ’tis only pain,<br>
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To find I cannot feel.</p>
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<p>I sometimes think myself inclined<br>
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To love Thee if I could;<br>
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But often feel another mind,<br>
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Averse to all that’s good.</p>
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<p>My best desires are faint and few,<br>
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I fain would strive for more;<br>
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But when I cry, “My strength renew!”<br>
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Seem weaker than before.</p>
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<p>Thy saints are comforted, I know,<br>
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And love Thy house of prayer;<br>
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I therefore go where others go,<br>
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But find no comfort there.</p>
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<p>Oh make this heart rejoice, or ache;<br>
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Decide this doubt for me;<br>
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And if it be not broken, break,<br>
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And heal it, if it be.</p>
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