'Tis A Point I Long To Know...
1. ’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? 2. If I am, why am I thus? Why this dull and lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, Who have never heard His name! 3. Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove; Every trifle give me pain, If I knew a Savior’s love? 4. When I turn my eyes within, All is dark, and vain, and wild; Filled with unbelief and sin, Can I deem myself a child? 5. If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mixed with all I do; You that love the Lord indeed, Tell me, Is it so with you? 6. 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? 7. 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?...