The Stennetts of England - Samuel Stennett D.D. - Hymn Poems

And have I, Christ, no love for thee

And have I, Christ, no love for thee,
  No passion for thy charms?
No wish my Saviour, face to see,
  And dwell within his arm?

Is there no spark of gratitude
  No this cold heart of vine,
To hint whore 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 bane 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,
  O may I cease to be!

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