'Tis a Point I Long to Know
by John Newton
'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 Saviour'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.