66 LOVEST THOU ME ?" HARK, my soul! it is the Lord; 64 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. "Mine is an unchanging love, "Thou shalt see my glory soon, Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love Thee, and adore, Oh! for grace to love Thee more! HE DOETH ALL THINGS WELL!" O LORD, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort, to Thy will, And make Thy pleasure mine. Why should I shrink at Thy command, Or tremble at the gracious hand No; rather let me freely yield Thy favour, all my journey through, 'Tis better still to want. Wisdom and mercy guide my way; Shall I resist them both? The poor blind creature of a day, But ah! my inward spirit cries, . BUT HOW TO PERFORM THAT WHICH IS GOOD, I FIND NOT." WEAK and irresolute is man ; The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan, To-morrow rends away. The bow well bent, and smart the spring, But passion rudely snaps the string, And it revives again. Some foe to his upright intent Virtue engages his assent, 'Tis here the folly of the wise And while his tongue the charge denies, M |