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!
Lovest Thou Me? - John xxi.16.
William Cowper
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