tr., John Brownlie
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 Thy fold remain.
O, touch my heart, till love arise,
And claim me for Thine own;
Then shall I learn with glad 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.