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 from my soul?

Then let me nothing love;

Dead be my heart to ev’ry joy

When Jesus cannot move.

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.