A new and contrite heart create
In me, Thou God compassionate;
Shut close the gate, and keep the door,
That sin may enter in no more.
To Thee my soul I open wide,
Come, Jesus! and therein abide;
And from thy temple, Lord, my heart,
Bid all unrighteousness depart.
Oh! let thy Holy Spirit’s light,
And thine own heav’nly radiance bright,