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 Is not Thy name melodious still

To mine attentive ear ?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound
My Saviour's voice to hear ?

3 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 ?

4 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 ?

5 Thou knows't I love Thee, dearest Lord ;

But O, I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love Thee 'more.
383. CM. Watts.
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1 How sad our state by nature is !

Our sin, how deep it stains I
And Satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.
2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace

Sounds from the sacred word ;
" Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord."



3 My soul obeys the almighty call.
And runs to this relief;
I would believe Thy promise, Lord ;
O, help my unbelief.
4 To the dear fountain of Thy blood.
Incarnate God, I fly ;
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.
5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm.
On Thy kind arms I fall ;
Be Thou my Strength and Righteousness,
My Jesus and my All.
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