Hark, my soul, it is the Lord!
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Hark, my soul, it is the Lord! 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his Word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, "Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?" "I delivered thee when bound, and, when bleeding, healed thy wound; sought thee wandering, set thee right, turned thy darkness into light. "Can a woman's tender care cease toward 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, lovest thou me?" Lord, it is my chief complaint that my love is weak and faint; yet I love thee, and adore: O for grace to love thee more! |
Salvatoris, o mea, sis auditrix, anima. Jesus en! appellat te: "Dic, miselle, amas-ne me? "Tibi solvi vinculum, te sanavi saucium, reddidi vagum viae, nocti lucem dans tuae. "Femina num neglegit filium quem peperit? Nempe negleget prius quam Redemptor te tuus. "Meus altitudinis vastae, non mutabilis, fidus, liber est amor, morte non infirmior. "Gratiae post munera cum nitebit gloria, sedis o consors meae, dic, miselle, amas-ne me?" Id praecipue pudet meus amor quod tepet: obsecro te, Domine, illum fac ardescere. |