Do not I love thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart and see,
And turn each cursed idol out that dares to rival you.
Do not I love thee from my soul? Then let me nothing love.
Dead be my heart to every joy, when Jesus cannot move.
Within the darkness of this heart,
other gods would vie for my affections,
but thou art exalted, thou art exalted far above all gods.
Let nothing keep me from thy love.
Thou knowst I love thee, dearest Lord.
But, O, I long to soar far from the sphere of mortals joys,