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

I Delivered Thee When Bound,
And, When Bleeding, Healed Thy Wound
Sought Thee Wandering, 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 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 Grace To Love Thee More.