Do not I love Thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart and see;
And turn each curs­èd 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?

Would not mine ar­dent spi­rit vie
With an­gels round the 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 th’im­mor­tal flame?

Thou know’st I love Thee, dear­est Lord,
But O! I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mor­tal joys,
And learn to love Thee more!