Do not I love thee, dearest Lord?

Do not I love thee, dearest Lord?
Behold my heart and see;
And cast each hated idol down,
That dares to rival thee.

Do not I love thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy,
When Jesus cannot move.

Is not thy name melodious still
To my attentive ear?
Do I not in thy word delight
The 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'd fear thy cause to plead?