Hark, my soul, it is the Lord
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Hark, my soul, it is the Lord,'T is thy Savior, 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 towards the child she bare?Yes, she may forgetful be,Yet will I remember thee.
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"Mine is a redeeming love,Higher than the heights 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 complaint,That my love is weak and faint;Yet I love thee, and adore;O for grace to love thee more!