Give Me Thy Heart

“Give me thy heart,” says the Father above.
No gift so precious to Him as our love;
softly he whispers wherever thou art:
“Gratefully trust me and give me thy heart.”

“Give me thy heart, give me thy heart.”
Hear the soft whisper, wherever thou art;
from this dark world, he would draw thee apart
speaking so tenderly, “Give me thy heart.”

“Give me thy heart,” says the Saviour of all,
calling in mercy again and again;
“Turn now from sin and evil depart
have I not died for thee? Give me thy heart.”

“Give me thy heart,” says the Spirit divine,
“All that thou hast to my keeping resign;
grace more abounding is mine to impart
make full surrender and give me thy heart.”