LORD, when my heart was whole I kept it back And grudged to give it Thee. Now then that it is broken, must I lack Thy kind word 'Give it Me'? Silence would be but just, and Thou art just. Yet since I lie here shattered in the dust, With still an eye to lift to Thee, A broken heart to give, I think that Thou wilt bid me live, And answer 'Give it Me.' |