“MY SON, GIVE ME THY HEART.”
“This have I done for thee!
What hast thou done for me?”
I saw thee walk so helplessly
Where Satan led,
As nearer, nearer came thy feet
Down to the dead!
And oh! I pitied, yes, I pitied thee!
Lost soul, I pitied thee!
What hast thou done for me? “This have I done for thee!
What hast thou done for me?”
I went to earth, and lo! all seemed
To hate me there,
Although I came in love to them,
Their grief to share.
I healed their sick, I raised their dead,
I gave them food;
And then some followed me awhile,
And called it good.
But when I tried to point their souls
To light and day,
Some quickly fled, some stood and mocked,
Some tried to slay.
Oh! I was grieved, was grieved for them and thee,
Yes, soul, was grieved for thee!
What hast thou done for me? “This have I done for thee!
What hast thou done for me?”
They shunned me, mocked me, disbelieved,
Despised my love,
All so unlike the homage of
My home above—
Some struck me with their hands, while some
Cried, “Crucify!”
Then placing sharp thorns on my head,
Led me to die!
O soul! to die for thee, that thou might’st live.
Yes, soul, I died for thee!
What hast thou done for me? “This have I done for thee!
What hast thou done for me?”
The cross was heavy which I bore,
But I shrank not;
The thorns were piercing that I wore,
I murmured not;
The hiding of my Father’s face
Was worse than all.
But, thinking of thy dying soul,
I bore it all.
Yes, soul, I thought of thee and bore it all.
Lost soul, I thought of thee!
What hast thou done for me? This do I now for thee!
What dost thou for me?
I stand before God’s justice throne
And plead for thee,
That still his arm will spare, and draw
Thy soul to me.
And when his anger burns because
Thou still wilt roam,
I cry, “I have mercy! It may be
He yet will come.”
And thus, from year to year, I wait,
Pleading for thee.
Oh! wilt thou never, never do
One thing for me?