1. Do not I love thee, O my Lord? Behold my heart and see: And turn each cursed idol out, That dares to rival thee. | 2. Do not I love thee, O my soul? Then let me nothing love; Dead be my heart to every joy, When Jesus cannot move. | 3. Is not thy name melodious still To my attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound My Savior's voice to hear? | 4. 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? | 5. Would not mine ardent spirit vie With angels round the throne, To execute thy sacred will, And make thy glory known? | 6. 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? | 7. Thou knowest I love thee, dearest Lord, But O, I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love thee more! | |