1 Hark, my soul! it is the Lord;
'Tis thy Saviour, hear His word;
Jesus speaks and speaks to thee,
Speak to each one, "Lov'st thou Me?

2 He 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 bear?
Yes, she may forgetful be;
Yet will He remember thee.

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

5 We shall see His glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of His throne shall be;
Hear Him asking, "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!

Amen.