I had prepared myself against any
Rebuke you might have levelled against me –
My sins I knew were both grave and many –
Any but this. Indeed, do I love Thee?
Indeed, does the ear hear, does the eye see?
Do I still draw breath, and do I yet live?
What is it I have, that Thou didst not give?

You might have chastised me, but instead You
Burst the dam of my heart, and something pure,
Some hot, heavy sorrow came rushing to
Flood and drown the channels of my soul. Cure
Me, help me! Do I love Thee? It is Your
Own very love that burns within my breast!
Do I, indeed, more even than the rest?

Do I love Thee? I am undone. Am I
To find elsewhere what in Thee I have found?
Shall my soul, drunk now with tears, cease to sigh
For Thee? Or shall mem’ry forget the sound
Of Thy sweet words, Thy voice? I bless the ground
Thy feet have kissed; I’ll kiss it too. I’ll keep
Thy law – Do I love Thee? – I’ll feed Thy sheep.