W Cowper

7.7.7.7.

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?

2

I delivered thee when bound,

And, when bleeding, healed thy wound;

Sought thee wandering, set thee right,

Turned thy darkness into light.

3

Can a woman’s tender care

Cease towards the child she bare?

Yes, she may forgetful be;

Yet will I remember thee.

4

Mine is an unchanging love

Higher than the heights above;

Deeper than the depths beneath;

Free and faithful, strong as death.

5

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?

6

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.