My
cold heart
by Maurice
Montgomery
More than ever can be numberedAre the blessings of God to my soul! How then
can I with such knowledge, Have a heart that's often so cold?
I was chosen of God before time, My adoption
predestined of old; A sinner who now calls God
"Father", Yet my heart is often so cold!
My sins are now all forgiven, A sheep returned to the fold; Preserved unto
eternal glory, Still my heart is often so cold!
My God has loved me so freely And blessed me with riches untold; To my soul
He has ever been faithful, Though my heart is often so cold!
Lord, you know that I love you supremely, That my heart is a grief to my
soul, So deliver me soon from this body And this heart that is often so cold!
Lord, my heart is not on this world Its fame, its silver, or its gold, My
desire is to see you face to face And to have a heart that never grows cold!