Tune: Bradshaw, 1820
Words: Philip Doddridge, 1755
 [bad word] Meter (8,6,8,6)

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 evry joy
When Jesus cannot move.

Thou knowst I love Thee, dearest Lord,
But Oh I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love Thee more.