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Here is my heart—I give it thee!
My God, I heard thee call, and say,
“Not to the world, my child—to me!”
I heard thy voice and will obey:
Here is love’s offering to my King,
Which in glad sacrifice I bring.
Here is my heart—the gift though poor,
Thou, O my God, wilt not despise;
Long have I sought to make it pure
And fit to meet thy searching eyes:
Corrupted first in Adam’s fall,
The stains of sin pollute it all.
Here is my heart !—so hard before,
But now by thy rich grace made meet;
Yet bruised and sad it can but pour
Its tears and anguish at thy feet:
It groans beneath the weight of sin,
It sighs salvation’s joy to win.
Here is my heart!—its longings end
In Christ, as near his cross it draws;
It says, “Thou art my rest, my Friend,
Thy precious blood my ransom was:"
In thee, the Saviour, it has found
That peace and blessedness abound.
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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ELBE
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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