Song Collection

’Tis not that I did choose thee, for, Lord, that could not be; this heart would still refuse thee, hadst thou not chosen me. Thou from the sin that stained me hast cleansed and set me free; of old thou hast ordained me, that I should live to thee. ’Twas sov’reign mercy called me and taught my op’ning mind; the world had else enthralled me, to heav’nly glories blind. My heart owns none before thee, for thy rich grace I thirst; this knowing, if I love thee, thou must have loved me first.