Hark! my soul, it is the Lord
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Hark! my soul, it is the Lord;'T is the Saviour; hear his word;Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?
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I delivered thee when bound,And when wounded, healed thy wound;Sought thee wandering, set thee right,Turned thy darkness into light.
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Can a mother's tender careCease toward the child she bare?Yes, she may forgetful be,Yet will I remember thee.
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Mine is an unchanging love,Higher than the hights above,Deeper than the depths beneath,Free and faithful, strong as death.
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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?
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Lord, it is my chief complaintThat my love's so weak and faint;Yet I love thee, and adore;O for grace to love thee more!