Do not I love thee, O my Lord?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy,
When Jesus cannot move.
Is not thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound
My Saviour's voice to hear?
Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock
I would disdain to feed?
Hast thou a foe before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead?
Would not mine ardent spirit vie
With angels round the throne
To execute thy sacred will,
And make thy glory known?
Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord,
But O I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.
--Philip Doddridge.
As by the light of opening day
The stars are all concealed,
So earthly pleasures fade away
When Jesus is revealed.
Creatures no more divide my choice;
I bid them all depart:
His name, his love, his gracious voice,
Have fixed my roving heart.
--John Newton.