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XIV: O, touch my heart, and bring to mind

O, touch my heart, and bring to mind The sin I should deplore: And give me grace, Thou God most kind, That I may sin no more.

O, touch my heart till tears run fast, In penitence sincere; And may the memories of the past Teach me to walk in fear.

For I have strayed, and Thou hast sought, And I have strayed again; O, may the wanderer Thou hast brought, Within the fold remain.

O, touch my heart, till love arise, And claim me for Thine own; Then shall I learn with sweet surprise That I am Thine alone.

For love knows no divided heart, Nor grudges service given; But gives the life in every part, And serves in earth and heaven.