’Tis a Point I Long to Know

’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 frame?

Hardly

sure

can they be worse

Who have nev­er heard His name!

Could my heart so hard re­main

Prayer a task and bur­den prove;

Every tri­fle give me pain

If I knew a Sav­ior’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 that love the Lord in­deed

Tell me: Is it thus with you?

Yet I mourn my stub­born will

Find my sin

a 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?

Lord

de­cide the doubt­ful case!

Thou who art Thy peo­ple’s sun;

Shine up­on Thy work of grace

If it be in­deed be­gun.

Let me love Thee more and more

If I love at all

I pray;

If I have not loved be­fore

Help me to be­gin to­day.