Do not I love thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart and see:
And turn each cursed idol out,
That dares to rival Thee.
Do not I love thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy,
When Jesus cannot move.
Is not thy name melodious still,
To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound,
My Savior's voice to hear?
Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock
I would disdain to feed?
Hast Thou a foe, before whose face
I fear Thy cause to plead?
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Would not my ardent spirit vie,
With angels round they throne,
To execute thy sacred will,
And make thy glory known?
Would not my heart pour forth its blood,
In honor of thy name,
And challenge the cold hand of death,
To damp the immortal flame?
Thou know'st I love Thee, dearest Lord;
But O, I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
That I may love Thee more.
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