Hark my Soul
Hark, my Soul! it is the Lord
By: William Cowper
Hark, my Soul! it is the Lord,
‘Tis thy Saviour, hear His word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,
“Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me?
“I delivered thee when bound,
And when wounded 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 I will 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, lovest thou Me?”
Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is cold and faint;
Yet I love Thee and adore;
O for grace to love Thee more!