Jesus demands this heart of mine
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Jesus demands this heart of mine,Demands my love, my joy, my care;But ah! how dead to things divine,How cold my best affections are!
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'Tis sin, alas! with dreadful power,Divides my Saviour from my sight;O for one happy, cloudless hourOf sacred freedom, sweet delight!
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Come, gracious Lord! thy love can raiseMy captive powers from sin and death,And fill my heart and life with praise,And tune my last expiring breath.
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Take, then, O Lord, this heart of mine,My grateful love, my joy, my care;No longer dead to things divine,With thee my best affections are.