"Every plant, which my heavenly Father hath not planted, shall be rooted up." Matthew 15:13
O Jesus, let thy dying cry
Pierce to the bottom of my heart,
Its evils cure, its want supply,
And bid my unbelief depart.
Slay the dire root and seed of sin;
Prepare thyself the holiest place;
Then, O essential Love, come in!
nd fill thy house with endless praise.
Let me, according to thy word,
A tender contrite heart receive,
Which grieves at having griev'd its Lord,
And never can itself forgive.
A heart, thy joys and griefs to feel,
A heart that will not faithless prove:
A heart where Christ alone may dwell,
All praise, all meekness, and all love.
The Methodist Pocket Hymn-Book. New York:
J. Soule and T. Mason Publishing Co., 1818.
J. Soule and T. Mason Publishing Co., 1818.
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