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Verse 1

O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord!
Forgive me, if I say,
For very love, thy sacred name
A thousand times a day.

Verse 2

I love thee so, I know not how
My transports to control;
Thy love is like a burning fire
Within my very soul.

Verse 3

Oh, wonderful! that thou should’st let
So vile a heart as mine
Love thee with such a love as this,
And make so free with thine!

Verse 4

O Light in darkness, Joy in grief!
O Heaven begun on earth!
Jesus my Love, my Treasure! who
Can tell what thou art worth?

Verse 5

O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord!
What art thou not to me?
Each hour brings joys before unknown,
Each day new liberty.

Verse 1

Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord?
Behold my heart, and see;
And turn each worthless idol out,
That dares to rival thee.

Verse 2

Do not I love thee, from my soul?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy,
Which thou dost not approve.

Verse 3

Is not thy name melodious still,
To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill
My Savior’s voice to hear?

Verse 4

Thou know’st I love thee, dearest Lord!
But, oh! I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.

Verse 1

Jesus! my heart within me burns,
To tell thee all its conscious love;
And from earth’s low delight it turns,
To taste a joy like that above.

Verse 2

When thou to me dost condescend,
In love divine, thou blessed One,
The moments that with thee I spend,
Seem e’en as Heaven itself begun.

Verse 3

Though oft these lips my love have told,
They still the story would repeat;
To me the rapture ne’er grows old,
That thrills me, bending at thy feet.

Verse 4

I breathe my words into thine ear;
I seem to fix mine eyes on thine;
And sure that thou dost wait to hear,
I dare in faith to call thee mine.

Verse 5

Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart;
My all I yield to thy control;
Oh! let me never from thee part,
Thou best Beloved of my soul!

Verse 1

So tender, so precious.
My Savior to me;
So true, and so gracious,
I’ve found him to be.

Refrain

How can I but love him?
But love him, but love him?
There’s no friend above him,
Poor sinner, for thee.

Verse 2

So patient, so kindly
Toward all of my ways;
I blunder so blindly,
He love still repays.

Verse 3

Of all friends the fairest
And truest is he;
His love is the rarest,
That ever can be.

Verse 4

His beauty, tho’ bleeding
And circled with thorns,
Is then most exceeding;
For grief him adorns.

Verse 1

My gracious Redeemer I love,
His praises aloud I’ll proclaim:
And join with the armies above,
To shout his adorable name.
To gaze on his glories divine
Shall be my eternal employ;
To see them incessantly shine,
My boundless, ineffable joy.

Verse 2

He freely redeemed with his blood
My soul from the confines of hell,
To live on the smiles of my God,
And in his sweet presence to dwell:--
To shine with the angels in light,
With saints and with seraphs to sing,
To view, with eternal delight,
My Jesus, my Savior, my King!