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For many a week he lay till death
A mercy seemed to him.
Yet, ere its bonds the spirit burst,
Deep penitence was given;
And thus, for Jesus' sake, we trust,
He found a home in heaven.
MY SON, GIVE ME THINE HEART.
Time is flying, dearest children,
Come and give your hearts away;
Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus!
He will teach you how to pray.
Time is flying—do not linger,
Listen to his voice to-day;
Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus!
He will teach you how to pray.
Time is flying—quickly flying,
Precious one do not delay,
Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus!
He delights to hear you pray.
Time is flying now, dear children,
Come and give your hearts away;
Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus!
He will teach you how to pray.
