A HYMN FOR THE SUNDAY WITHIN THE OCTAVE OF CORPUS CHRISTI
Jesu, my Lord, my God, my all,
Hear me, blest Saviour, when I call;
Hear me, and from thy dwelling-place
Pour down the riches of thy grace:
Hear me, blest Saviour, when I call;
Hear me, and from thy dwelling-place
Pour down the riches of thy grace:
Jesu, 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?
How can I love thee as I ought?
And how extol thy matchless fame,
The glorious beauty of thy Name?
Jesu, 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!
That thou hast dealt so lovingly?
How great the joy that thou hast brought,
So far exceeding hope or thought!
Jesu, of
thee shall be my song,
To thee my heart and soul belong;
All that I am or have is thine,
And thou, sweet Saviour, thou art mine.
To thee my heart and soul belong;
All that I am or have is thine,
And thou, sweet Saviour, thou art mine.
Jesu, my Lord, I thee adore,
O make me love thee more and more.
O make me love thee more and more.
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