Lovest Thou Me'
Hark, my soul! it is the Lord;
Tis thy Saviour, hear His word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,
“Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me'
“I deliverd thee when bound,
And when bleeding, heald thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turnd thy darkness into light.
“Can a womans tender care
Cease towards the child she bare'
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
“Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above.
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
“Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of my throne shalt be;
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?”
Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love Thee and adore,
Oh! for grace to love Thee more!