Look Deeper Into My Heart

Look deeper into my heart, Dig down to its very floor. I need Your scalpel, Savior, I cannot discern alone.

Cut through the umbilical cord of desires That still hold their power over me. Even if through punishment's way— Cast out my lusts and burning need.

I need Your gaze, Christ, impartial, Upon my sinful, rotting soul, So I might see clear and plainly Where and with whom I betray You.

Where I cherish my beloved idol In the secret corners of my heart. Falling low, I weep: "Have mercy Before Your Rightful judgment throne."

I find excuses for myself: "It's not I who do the evil—my flesh does, That wretched thing bears the guilt, While my soul yearns for the good."

Sanctify, renewing my heart, Sustain me with Your holy grace. Let me be clothed in You alone, Inject into my veins the peace I crave.

O Christ! Without You I shall perish! Hell's doors gape—a yawning dark. Without You from the mire of despair I cannot climb toward the light.

Only with You do I ascend the mountain, Leaving all my fears below. And with Your precious Blood You wash away my sin and guilt.

I delight in You, I marvel! I long to enter Your Kingdom of Glory. I draw near to You, I touch You With the naked string of my soul.