Oh
Loving, patient Heart; That will not let me go.
Oh
Loving, caring Heart; For every child of woe.
A
river flows out from this Heart
That
sits amidst the Throne.
It
finds and fills the lowest part,
And
makes the least, Its Own.
This
river, pure and crystal clear,
And
bankd with "Tree of Life",
Is
free to all with ears to hear;
Who
do not fear the knife.
Oh
Loving, drawing Heart; That causes me to rest.
Oh
Loving, precious Heart; For every heart sorepressed.
He
is the Balm of Gilead
Poured
out for you and me;
Who
rested not until He had
Wrought
mercy true and free.
He
is the fairest of them all,
He
led this way before;
And
every one who hears the call
Must
enter through this Door.
Oh
Loving, dearest Heart; There's none like you, so fair.
Oh
Loving, Holy Heart; What love, so rich; so rare!
Let
me not stand on Jordan's banks
And
cast a wistful eye.
But
Oh, with praise of joy and thanks,
Let
me descend, to die!
For
Love Who died, calls me there too;
There
is no other way!
But
only those who love Him true,
Will
care this price to pay.
Oh
Loving, tender Heart; Who leads to brighter day.
Oh
Loving, gentle Heart; I hear You as You say:
"Lo,
gird thy loins up like a man,
And
set thy face like flint.
For
when I say, "You can. You can!
As
I, the veil, have rent!
Press
in the more when all seems lost,
And
heavy weighs the heart.
For
I will help you pay the cost.
I
will My grace impart."