IF I should say "my heart is in my home,"
I turn away from that high halidom
Where Jesu sits: for nowhere else
But with its treasure, dwells
The heart: this Truth and this experience tells.
If I should say "my heart is in a grave,"
I turn away from Jesu risen to save,
I slight that death He died for me;
I, too, deny to see
His beauty and desirability.
O Lord, Whose Heart is deeper than my heart,
Draw mine to Thine to worship where Thou art:
for Thine own glory join the twain
never to part again,
Nor to have lived nor to have died in vain.