Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? Behold my heart and see, And turn each cursed idol out That dares to rival Thee. Do I not love Thee from my soul? Then let me nothing love; Dead be my heart to ev'ry joy, When Jesus cannot move. Is not Thy name melodious still To my attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound, My Saviour's voice to hear.