1 Your love, O Christ, is near to me,
Your presence now is dear to me,
You are my king.
The world for you was unprepared,
A cattle shed was all they cared,
How poor my part.

2 So, Lord, I'll keep a room for you,
I'll sweep it with a broom for you:
It is my heart.
You found it full of dirt and sin,
I failed to keep it pure within,
I gave my best.

3 So now I bring this heart to you,
With tears of faith I shed for you,
For peace and rest.
Your love like sun shall brightly shine
When you live in this heart of mine.
Be now my guest.

Christopher Porteous (born 1935)
© C. Porteous/Jubilate Hymns
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