Tis a point I long to know, oft it causes anxious thought. Do I love the Lord, or no? Am I His, or am I not?

If I love, why am I thus? Why this dull and lifeless fray? Hardly sure can they be worse, who have never heard His name. you Could my heart so hard remain? Prayer a task and burden prove Every trifle give me pain

If I knew the Saviour's love When I turn my eyes within All is dark and vain and wild Filled with unbelief and sin Can I deem myself a child?

If I pray or hear or read, sin is mixed with all I do. You who love the Lord indeed, tell me, is it thus with you?

Yet I mourn my stubborn will Find my sinner grief and thrall Should I grieve for what I feel? If I did not love at all Could I joy his saints to meet? Choose the ways I once abhorred Find at times the promise sweet

If I did not love the Lord You're my world Lord, decide the doubtful case You who are your people's son Shine upon your work of grace If it is indeed begun Let me love you more and more

If I love at all, I pray If I have not loved before Help me to begin today