I Took My Heart In My Hand (O My Love, O My Love), I Said: Let Me Fall Or Stand, Let Me Live Or Die, But This Once Hear Me Speak - (O My Love, O My Love) - Yet A Woman'S Words Are Weak; You Should Speak, Not I. You Took My Heart In Your Hand With A Friendly Smile, With A Critical Eye You Scanned, Then Set It Down, And Said: It Is Still Unripe, Better Wait Awhile; Wait While The Skylarks Pipe, Till The Corn Grows Brown. As You Set It Down It Broke - Broke, But I Did Not Wince; I Smiled At The Speech You Spoke, At Your Judgement That I Heard: But I Have Not Often Smiled Since Then, Nor Questioned Since, Nor Cared For Corn-Flowers Wild, Nor Sung With The Singing Bird. I Take My Heart In My Hand, O My God, O My God, My Broken Heart In My Hand: Thou Hast Seen, Judge Thou. My Hope Was Written On Sand, O My God, O My God: Now Let Thy Judgement Stand - Yea, Judge Me Now. This Contemned Of A Man, This Marred One Heedless Day, This Heart Take Thou To Scan Both Within And Without: Refine With Fire Its Gold, Purge Thou Its Dross Away - Yea, Hold It In Thy Hold, Whence None Can Pluck It Out. I Take My Heart In My Hand - I Shall Not Die, But Live - Before Thy Face I Stand; I, For Thou Callest Such: All That I Have I Bring, All That I Am I Give, Smile Thou And I Shall Sing, But Shall Not Question Much.