Hark, my soul, it is the Lord!
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7.7.7.7. 1 Hark, my soul, it is the Lord! ’Tis thy Savior, hear His Word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, “Say, poor, sinner, lovest thou Me?” 2 “I delivered thee when bound, And, when bleeding, healed thy wound; Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light. 3 “Can a woman’s tender care Cease toward the child she bare? Yes, she may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee. 4 “Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. 5 “Thou shalt see My glory soon, When the work of grace is done; Partner of My throne shalt be: Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me?” 6 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! W. Cowper