Devotion

I look at my heart,
my devotions unclear,
I wish to surrender to christ,
my life, my strength to me so dear

When will devotion,
so rare in this age,
grow in my heart
toward the ancient of days

My heart it does seek Him
but it runs just the same.
O' cursed division when will you end.
Give now full devotion,
full of courage and love,
to christ your savior
who poured out His blood.

Do you not see Him stretch out both hands?
His blood dripped to cleanse you, life poured from His veins.
What would He spare,
who bore both nails and thorns,
to strengthen the new life
He died to bestow?