R. Palmer

S.M.

I GIVE my heart to Thee,

O Jesus most desired;

And heart for heart the gift shall be,

For Thou my soul hast fired:

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Thou hearts alone wouldst move,

Thou only hearts dost love;

I would love Thee as Thou lov’st me,

O Jesus most desired.

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What offering can I make,

Dear Lord, to love like Thine;

That Thou, the Word, didst stoop to take

A human form like mine?

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“Give Me thy heart, My son”:

Lord, Thou my heart hast won;

I would love Thee as Thou lov’st me,

O Jesus most desired.

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Thy heart is opened wide,

Its offered love most free,

That heart to heart I may abide,

And hide myself in Thee:

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Ah, how Thy love doth burn,

Till I that love return!

I would love Thee as Thou lov’st me,

O Jesus most desired.

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Here finds my heart its rest,

Repose that knows no shock,

The strength of love that keeps it blest

In Thee, the riven Rock:

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My soul, as girt around,

Her citadel hath found;

I would love Thee as Thou lov’st me,

O Jesus most desired.