My heart is wounded—Lord, I pray
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My heart is wounded—Lord, I pray, Stretch out Thy mighty hand to heal. But wouldst Thou not, still with me stay And grant me grace to love Thy will. |
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Thou know'st the pain of every scar, And lonesome thoughts that come withal, But know them not just from afar: My heart's true Friend, come bear them all! |
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If in my side a thorn must be, If in my heart enduring pain, Then may Thy peace be balm to me And grace my weakness still sustain. |
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My vessel broken past repair I bring Thee now, O Potter mine. Fill with Thyself the breaches there— Refashion me with life divine. |