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XI: I have no tears to shed

I have no tears to shed, For grief my soul hath none; My heart hath never bled For aught of ill I've done; I weep not when I hear Thee say That sin hath carried me away.

I have no tears to shed; Wilt Thou not touch my heart, And bid sin's wounds run red, And throb with bitter smart? Then shall I lift my prayer, and say, "Lord take my many sins away."

For Thou, O Lord, dost will That all should seek Thy face, That Thou mayest well fulfil The promise of Thy grace.-- Who ever sought Thy love in vain, Or failed Thy pardon to obtain?