Text: | Lovest thou me? feed my lambs |
Author: | Dr. Doddridge |
1 Do not I love thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart and see:
And turn each cursed idol out,
That dares to rival thee.
2 Do not I love thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love:
Dead be my heart to every joy,
When Jesus cannot move.
3 Is not thy name melodious still
To my attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound
My Savior's voice to hear?
4 [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?
5 Would not mine ardent spirit vie
With angels round the throne,
To execute thy sacred will,
And make thy glory known?
6 Would not my heart pour forth its blood
In honor of thy name?
And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp th' immortal flame?]
7 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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? |
Title: | Lovest thou me? feed my lambs |
Author: | Dr. Doddridge |
Meter: | C.M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | The Church: Associations or General Meetings of Churches and Ministers; Associations of Christians and churches: Lost thou me, feed my sheep; Love: Loves thou me |
Notes: | Public Domain. |