Create In Me a Clean Heart.
By L. E. Millne
Enter, O Lord, within my heart,
Cause every idol to depart,
Thine image fair on it impress,
And clothe me in thy glorious dress. Let all thy graces in me shine
Fill my poor heart with love divine,
Thy will henceforth be done in me,
That I a child of thine may be. With buoyant heart, and eager pace,
With willing footsteps, will I haste,
All earthly pleasure bid adieu,
For heavenly joys appear in view. The city bright soon I'll behold,
With Jesus walk the streets of gold,
My beauteous home, I soon shall see
And eat the fruit of life's fair tree. With heart all fired with heavenly love,
I'll join the ransomed host above,
Immortal strains I then shall sing
With Christ my Lord, my glorious King. Speed on, speed on, ye wheels of time,
And bring that glorious day sublime;
No longer then by woes oppressed,
We gain at last our promised rest.
L. E. Millne.