1 Jesus demands this heart of mine,
Demands my love, my joy, my care;
But ah! how dead to things divine,
How cold my best affections are!

2 ‘Tis sin, alas! with dreadful power,
Divides my Saviour from my sight;
O for one happy, cloudless hour
Of sacred freedom, sweet delight!

3 Come, gracious Lord! thy love can raise
My captive powers from sin and death,
And fill my heart and life with praise,
And tune my last expiring breath.

4 Take, then, O Lord, this heart of mine,
My grateful love, my joy, my care;
No longer dead to things divine,
With thee my best affections are.

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Blessy Christlin


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