1 What language now salutes the ear,
And 'tis our Father's voice!
Let all the world attentive hear,
And ev'ry soul rejoice.
2 Sinner, he kindly speaks to thee,
However vile thou art;
Here's grace and pardon, rich and free--
My son, give me thy heart.
3 For thee, a traitor, Jesus bled,
And suffer'd dreadful smart;
For thee the Lord was crucifi'd--
My son, give me thy heart.
4 Tho' thou hast long my grace withstood,
And said to me, "Depart;
I claim the purchase of my blood--
My son, give me thy heart.
5 I'll for thee for myself alone,
And ev'ry good impart;
I'll make my great salvation known--
My son, give me thy heart.
6 Come, Lord, and conquer now my heart,
Set up in me thy throne:
Bid sin and satan hence depart,
And claim me as thine own.
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First Line: | What language now salutes the ear |
Title: | My Son give me thy Heart |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
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Topic: | Holy Spirit: Gospel Call |