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.

2 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.

3 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.