  Take this wounded heart of mine, Bind it in Thy mercy and love; No remedy can heal it but Thine, Thou holy Physician above. I cannot pluck it out to see, The wound of guilt that causes the pain; Just as it is, Lord I give it to Thee, Now cure and cleanse from every stain. My heart seems heavy and sad, But Thou art merciful I know; Thou alone can make it light and glad, O cleanse and make it white as snow. Speak peace just now unto my soul, And help me ever to be Thine; I confess I’ve strayed far from Thy fold, O take this wounded heart of mine. |
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