Give Me Thy Heart (Hewitt)

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 Sav­ior of men

Calling in mer­cy again and again;

Trust in Me on­ly

I’ll nev­er 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.