|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
Do not I love Thee, Oh my Lord?
Behold my heart, and see,
And turn each cursed idol out,
That dares to rival Thee.
Do not I love Thee, O my Lord?, Stanza 1
Do not I love Thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to ev’ry joy
When Jesus cannot move.
Do not I love Thee, O my Lord?, Stanza 2
Thou know’st I love Thee, dearest Lord,
But Oh I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love Thee more.
Do not I love Thee, O my Lord?, Stanza 7