Hark my soul! It is the Lord,
‘Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,
“Say, poor sinner, lov’st thou me?
“I delivered thee when bound,
And, when bleeding, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.
“Can a woman’s tender care
Cease toward 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,â€“
Say, poor sinner, lov’st 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!