Do not I love Thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart and see;
And turn each cursed idol out
That dares to rival Thee!

Do not I love Thee from my heart?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to ev'ry joy
Which Thou dost not approve.

Is not Thy name melod'ous still
To mine attentive ear?
Does not each pulse with pleasure beat
My Savior's voice to hear?

Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock
I would disdain to feed?
Hast Thou a foe before whose face
I fear Thy cause to plead?

Thou know'st I love Thee, dearest Lord,
But, oh! I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
That I may love Thee more.