Hark, my soul, it is the Lord; 'Tis thy Saviour; hear His word; Jesus speak, and speak to thee "Say poor sinner lov'st thou Me?"

"I delivered thee when bound, And when bleeding, healed thy wound; Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light"

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

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

Thou shalt see my glory soon When the work of grace is done Partner of my throne be: Sat poor sinner lov'st thou me?

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.