Wherever we may go, by night or day,
A loving voice within doth gently say:
My son, from every way of sin depart;
Be Satan’s slave no more, give Me thy heart!

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Give Me thy heart, give me thy heart;
O weary, wandering child, give Me thy heart.

Slight not that voice so kind, but gladly hear,
And choose the Lord today, while He is near;
He will His pardoning love to thee impart,
Oh, hear Him calling still, Give Me thy heart!

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We may have chosen long from Him to roam,
Yet He will welcome us, if we but come;
Oh, may we not delay, but quickly start—
While Jesus sayeth still, Give Me thy heart!

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