I am not moved, Lord, to love Thee Because of that Heaven Thou has promised me. Nor am I so moved by that fearful Hell, That I would stop offending Thee. But seeing Thee, nailed to a cross and ridiculed, That moves me. Seeing Thy body so wounded . . . That moves me. Thy insults and Thy death . . . That moves me. In the end, it is Thy love that moves me. For though there were no Heaven, I would love Thee. And though there were no Hell, I would fear Thee.