Here Is My Heart

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 tho’ 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 joys 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 Sav­ior

it has found

That peace and bless­ed­ness abound.