Words: , in Max­field’s New Ap­pen­dix, 1768.

Music: St. Bees, , 1862.

Mr. Ben­net Kaye, who was as­sist­ant or­gan­ist with Dr. Dykes, says that the doc­tor would oft­en come to the boys’ re­hears­als be­fore morn­ing ser­vice and prac­tice with them the mu­sic for the day. Some­times he would wan­der off in­to a new mel­o­dy, and all would list­en with rapt at­ten­tion. One day he played over an air sev­er­al times. It made a great im­press­ion on Mr. Kaye, who af­ter­wards re­cog­nized it as ‘St. Bees,’ the tune which has be­come wed­ded with Cow­per’s hymn. It takes its name from a place where the doc­tor had passed many plea­sant hours.

Hark, my soul, it is the Lord!
’Tis thy Savior, hear His Word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,
“Say, poor, sinner, lovest thou Me?”

“I delivered thee when bound,
And, when bleeding, healed thy wound;
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.

“Can a woman’s tender care
Cease toward the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.

“Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.

“Thou shalt see My glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of My throne shalt be:
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me?”

Lord, it is my chief complaint
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love Thee, and adore:
O for grace to love Thee more!