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"Give me thy heart," says the Father above,
No gift so precious to Him as our love,
Softly He whispers wherever thou art,
"Gratefully trust me, and give me thy heart."
"Give me thy heart,
Give me thy heart,"
Hear the soft whisper, wherever thou art;
From this dark world, He would draw thee apart,
Speaking so tenderly, "Give me thy heart."
"Give me thy heart," says the Savior of men,
Calling in mercy again and again;
"Trust in me only, I'll never depart.
Have I not died for thee? Give me thy heart."
"Give me thy heart,
Give me thy heart,"
Hear the soft whisper, wherever thou art;
From this dark world, He would draw thee apart,
Speaking so tenderly, "Give me thy heart."
"Give me thy heart," says the Spirit divine,
"All that thou hast, to my keeping resign;
Grace more abounding is mine to impart,
Make full surrender and give me thy heart."
"Give me thy heart,
Give me thy heart,"
Hear the soft whisper, wherever thou art;
From this dark world, He would draw thee apart,
Speaking so tenderly, "Give me thy heart."
The lyricist
Eliza Edmunds Hewitt
A schoolteacher at the Northern Home for Friendless Children, Hewitt was struck across the back with a heavy slate by a student she was disciplining. The spinal injury, in 1887, left her partly an invalid for the rest of her life. During the long convalescence she turned to English literature and to writing verses for the primary department of her Presbyterian Sunday school, where she would go on teaching until she died. She published "My Faith Has Found a Resting Place" in 1891 under the pen name Lidie H. Edmunds (her own middle name), and in her later decades worked alongside her close friend Fanny Crosby in the gospel-song circle that produced most of her hymns.
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