G.50 Come, Jesus, Come

Chorus:
Come, Jesus, come into this heart of stone.
Melt it and mould it, Lord, make it your own.

For the Lord looks down from heaven,
He sees all who dwell on earth.
Each and ev’ry heart he fashions,
He observes and discerns its deeds.

Since the heart is most deceitful,
Its ways who can understand?
Only you, O Lord, can test it,
And repay what our deeds deserve.

People judge outward appearance,
But God esteems the heart,
For his Word is like a two-edged sword,
It discerns and lays bare our thoughts.

Many with their words approach me,
They honour me with their lips,
Shame on them: they hide their purpose,
Though they know that their hearts I see.

Rend your hearts and not your garments,
Return to the Lord your God,
He is gracious and compassionate,
Slow to anger and full of love.