The Heart given away.
I
If there are passions in my soul,
(And passions sure they be)
Now they are all at thy control,
My Jesus, all for thee.
II
If love, that pleasing power, can rest
In hearts so hard as mine,
Come, gentle Saviour, to my breast,
For all my love is thine.
III
Let the gay world, with treach'rous art,
Allure my eyes in vain:
I have convey'd away my heart,
Ne'er to return again.
IV
I feel my warmest passions dead
To all that earth can boast:
This soul of mine was never made
For vanity and dust.
V
Now I can fix my thoughts above,
Amidst their flatt'ring charms,
Till the dear Lord that hath my love
Shall call me to his arms.
VI
So Gabriel, at his King's command,
From yon celestial hill,
Walks downward to our worthless land,
His soul points upward still.
VII
He glides along my mortal things,
Without a thought of love,
Fulfils his task, and spreads his wings
To reach the realms above.
