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Hark, my soul! it is the Lord;
íTis thy Saviour, hear his word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee;
ďSay, poor sinner, lovíst thou me?
The Saviourís Word (Talbotton) 77b, Stanza 1
I deliveríd thee when bound,
And, when bleeding, healíd thy wound;
Sought thee wandíring, set thee right,
Turníd thy darkness into light.
Can a womanís tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above;
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of my throne shalt be,
Say, poor sinner, lovíst thou me!Ē
Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is week and faint;
Yet I love thee and adore,
Oh for grace to love thee more!
The Saviourís Word (Talbotton) 77b, Stanza 2