Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
39t Detroit
Words: Philip Doddridge, 1755
Music: Bradshaw, 1820
Meter: Common 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 ev’ry joy
When Jesus cannot move.
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.
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 ev’ry joy
When Jesus cannot move.
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.