More than can ever be numbered,
Are 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,
It's fame, it's silver, or gold;
My desire is to see you face to face
And a heart that will never grow cold!