To
Christ,
the
Prince
of
peace,
And
Son
of
God
most
high,
The
Father
of
the
world
to
come,
We
lift
our
joyful
cry.
Deep
in
His
heart
for
us
The
wound
of
love
He
bore,
That
love
which
He
enkindles
still
In
hearts
that
Him
adore.
O
Jesu,
Victim
blest,
What
else
but
love
divine
Could
Thee
constrain
to
open
thus
That
sacred
heart
of
Thine?
O
wondrous
Fount
of
love,
O
Well
of
waters
free,
O
heavenly
Flame,
refining
Fire,
O
burning
Charity!
Hide
us
in
Thy
dear
heart,
Jesu,
our
Savior
blest,
So
shall
we
find
Thy
plenteous
grace
And
Heav’n’s
eternal
rest.
