2 Here is my heart! so hard before,
But now by thy rich grace made meet;
Yet bruised and sad, it can but pour
Its tears and anguish at thy feet:
It groans beneath the weight of sin,
It sighs salvation’s joy to win.
3 Here is my heart! its longings end
In Christ as near his cross it draws;
It says, “Thou art my rest, my Friend,
Thy precious blood my ransom was;”