1 Take my poor heart, closed let it be,
O Lamb of God, to all but Thee;
Seal Thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love forever there.

2 How blest are they who still abide
Close sheltered in Thy bleeding side;
Who life and strength from thence derive,
And by Thee move, and in Thee live.

3 What are our works but sin and death,
Till Thou Thy quickening Spirit breathe?
Thou givest the power Thy grace to move,
O wondrous grace! O boundless love!

4 How can it be, Thou heavenly King,
That Thou shouldst us to glory bring?
Make slaves the partners of Thy throne,
Decked with a never-fading crown!

5 Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders Thou hast wrought!
Unloose our stammering tongues to tell,
Thy love immense, unsearchable!

6 First-born of many brethren Thou,
To Thee, lo, all our souls we bow;
To Thee our hearts and hands we give;
Thine may we die, Thine may we live.

Amen.