Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord?
Behold my heart, and see;
And turn each worthless 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,
Which thou dost not approve.

3 Is not thy name melodious still,
To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill
My Savior's voice to hear?

4 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.

Philip Doddridge, 1750.