Jesus, my Lord, my
God, my All,
Hear me, blest
Savior, when I call;
Hear me, and from
Thy dwelling place
Pour down the riches
of Thy grace;
Jesus, my Lord, I
Thee adore;
O make me love Thee
more and more.
Jesus, too late I
Thee have sought;
How can I love Thee
as I ought?
And how extol Thy
matchless fame,
The glorious beauty
of Thy Name?
Jesus, my Lord, I
Thee adore;
O make me love Thee
more and more.
Jesus, what didst
Thou find in me
That Thou hast dealt
so lovingly?
How great the joy
that Thou hast
brought,
So far exceeding
hope or thought!
Jesus, my Lord, I
Thee adore;
O make me love Thee
more and more.
Jesus, of Thee
shall be my song;
To Thee my heart and
soul belong;
All that I have or
am is Thine;
And Thou, blest
Savior, Thou art
mine;
Jesus, my Lord, I
Thee adore;
O make me love Thee
more and more.
