Text: | O, touch my heart, and bring to mind |
Translator: | John Brownlie |
O, touch my heart, and bring to mind
The sin I should deplore:
And give me grace, Thou God most kind,
That I may sin no more.
O, touch my heart till tears run fast,
In penitence sincere;
And may the memories of the past
Teach me to walk in fear.
For I have strayed, and Thou hast sought,
And I have strayed again;
O, may the wanderer Thou hast brought,
Within the fold remain.
O, touch my heart, till love arise,
And claim me for Thine own;
Then shall I learn with sweet surprise
That I am Thine alone.
For love knows no divided heart,
Nor grudges service given;
But gives the life in every part,
And serves in earth and heaven.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O, touch my heart, and bring to mind |
Title: | O, touch my heart, and bring to mind |
Translator: | John Brownlie |
Meter: | 8,6,8,6 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1920 |