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Take my heart, O Father! take it; Make and keep it all Thine own; Let Thy Spirit melt and break it— This proud heart of sin and stone. Father, make me pure and lowly, Fond of peace and far from strife; Turning from the paths unholy Of this vain and sinful life. Ever let Thy grace surround me, Strengthen me with power divine, Till Thy cords of love have bound me; Make me to be wholly Thine. May the blood of Jesus heal me And my sins be all forgiv’n; Holy Spirit, take and seal me, Guide me in the path of Heav’n.
Charles Wesley’s other poems:
- Where Shall My Wondering Soul Begin?
- Saviour, The World’s and Mine
- Ye Thirsty for God, To Jesus Give Ear
- O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing
- Ye Simple Souls That Stray
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