John Newton & William Cowper · 119 of 356
118. Hark, my soul! it is the LORD;
Hymn 118
Hark, my soul! it is the LORD; ’Tis thy Savior, hear his word; JESUS speaks, and speaks to thee; “Say, poor sinner, lov’st thou me?
I delivered thee when bound, And, when wounded, 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 is done; Partner of my throne shalt be, Say, 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 to love thee more!