Lovest Thou Me?

I

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?

II

“I deliver’d thee when bound,
And, when bleeding, heal’d thy wound⁠—
Sought thee wand’ring, set thee right,
Turn’d thy darkness into light.

III

“Can a woman’s tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.

IV

“Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.

V

“Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done⁠—
Partner of my throne shalt be,
Say, poor sinner, lov’st thou me?”

VI

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?