You Ask Me How I Gave My Heart To Christ


You ask me HOW I gave my heart to Christ?
O yes, I know!
There came a yearning in my soul for Him
So long ago.
I found earth’s fairest flow’rs would fade and die;
I wept for something that would satisfy;
And, in my grief, somehow, I seemed to dare
To lift my broken heart to Him in prayer.
O yes, I know!
And I can tell you how;
I know, I know He is my Savior now.

You ask me WHEN I gave my heart to Christ?
Yes, I can tell!
The day, and just the hour, indeed, I now
Remember well.
It was when I was struggling all alone,
The light of His forgiving Spirit shone
Into my heart all clouded o’er with sin,
That I unlocked the door and let Him in.
O yes, I know!
And I can tell you when;
I know, I know He is so dear since then.

You ask me WHERE I gave my heart to Christ?
Yes, I can say!
That sacred place can never fade from sight,
As yesterday.
Perhaps He thought it better I should not
Forget the place, for I should love the spot;
And until I behold Him face to face,
‘Twill be to me, on earth, the dearest place.
O yes, I know!
And I can tell you where;
I know, I know He came and blest me there.