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 Deliver'D Thee When Bound, And When Bleeding, Heal'D Thy Wound; Sought Thee Wandering, Set Thee Right, Turn'D Thy Darkness Into Light. 'Can A Woman'S 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, Lovest Thou Me?' 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!