No passion for Thy charms?
No wish my Saviour’s face to see,
And dwell within His arms?
Is there no spark of gratitude
In this cold heart of mine,
To Him whose generous bosom glow’d
With friendship all divine?
Can I pronounce His charming name,
His acts of kindness tell;
And while I dwell upon the theme,
No sweet emotion feel?
Such base ingratitude as this
What heart but must detest!
Sure Christ deserves the noblest place
In every human breast.
A very wretch, Lord! I should prove,
Had I no love for Thee:
Rather than not my Saviour love,
Oh may I cease to be! —Samuel Stennett