Make My Heart Pure

Make my heart pure, my soul from error free, Make tears and sighs my daily lot to be, And lead me on Thy road away from self, That lost to self I may approach to Thee!

Set enmity between the world and me, Make me averse from worldly company: From other objects turn away my heart, So that it is engrossed with love to Thee.

How were it, Lord, if Thou should'st set me free From error's grasp and cause me truth to see? Guebres by scores Thou makest Musulmans, Why, then, not make a Musulman of me?

My lust for this world and the next efface, Grant me the crown of poverty and grace To be partaker in Thy mysteries, From paths that lead not towards Thee turn my face.