Hark, My Soul, It Is the Lord!

Hark

my soul

it is the Lord!

’Tis thy Sav­ior

hear His Word;

Jesus speaks

and speaks to thee

Say

poor

sin­ner

lov­est 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 to­ward 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

lov­est thou Me?

Lord

it is my chief com­plaint

That my love is weak and faint;

Yet I love Thee

and ad­ore:

O for grace to love Thee more!