LYRIC

1 Take my burdened heart,
Take it and give me Thine!
For where Thy wounds their pain impart,
There is no room for mine.

2 Take my burdened soul,
Give me in turn Thine own,
For where Thy waves of sorrow roll,
My sorrow is unknown.

3 Take my burdened life,
Weigh me with Thine instead,
For in Thy care for human strife,
My human care is dead.

4 Take my burdened will,
Give me Thy will resigned,
For when Thou bidst my storm be still,
I perfect freedom find.


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Blessy Christlin

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