Give Me Thy Heart

In the dark church she knelt alone,

Her tears were falling fast,

"Help, Lord," she cried, "the shades of death

Upon my soul are cast.

Have I not shunned the path of sin,

And chosen the better part?"

What voice came through the sacred air?

"My child, give Me thy heart."

"Have I not worn my strength away,

 With fast and penance sore?

Have I not watched and wept," she cried;

"Did Thy dear saints do more?

Have I not gained Thy grace, O Lord.

And won in Heaven my part?"

It echoed louder in her soul-

"My child, give Me thy heart."

~Oswald Chambers