Give Me Thy Heart (Perrigo)

Give Me thy heart

the sweet words fall

Like whis­pered mu­sic on the ear;

Give Me thy heart

the plead­ing call

Floats like a harp-note soft and clear.

Give Me thy heart

Give Me thy heart.

And when the noon­tide scat­ters ’round

Its gold­en tints

its rich­est hues

Then

then is heard the self-same sound

Give Me thy heart

do not re­fuse.

Give Me thy heart

Give Me thy heart.

O

’tis the Lord who speaks to thee

So kind­ly. Canst thou from Him stay?

He woos thee yet more ten­der­ly

Give Me thy heart

with­out delay.

Give God thy heart

be His alone;

Love

work and watch and strive and pray

That when His will in thee is done

That heart al­rea­dy His

shall say—

Take Thou Thine own

Take Thou Thine own.