O Jesus, Jesus

O Je­sus

Je­sus! dear­est Lord!

Forgive me if I say

For ve­ry love

Thy sac­red name

A thou­sand times a day.

O Je­sus

Lord

with me ab­ide;

I rest in Thee

what­e’er be­tide;

Thy gra­cious smile is my re­ward;

I love

I love Thee

Lord!

I love Thee so I know not how

My trans­ports to con­trol;

Thy love is like a burn­ing fire

Within my ve­ry soul.

O won­der­ful! that Thou shouldst let

So vile a heart as mine

Love Thee with such a love as this

And make so free with thine.

The craft of this wise world of ours

Poor wis­dom seems to me;

Ah! dear­est Je­sus! I have grown

Childish with love of Thee!

For Thou to me art all in all

My hon­or and my wealth

My heart’s de­sire

my bo­dy’s strength

My soul’s eter­nal health.

Burn

burn

O love! with­in my heart

Burn fierce­ly night and day

Till all the dross of earth­ly loves

Is burned

and burned away.

O light in dark­ness

joy in grief

O Heav’n be­gun on earth;

Jesus! My love! My trea­sure! who

Can tell what Thou art worth?

O Je­sus! Je­sus! sweet­est Lord!

What art Thou not to me?

Each hour brings joys be­fore un­known

Each day new li­ber­ty!

What li­mit is there to thee

love?

Thy flight

where wilt Thou stay?

On! on! our Lord is sweet­er far

Today than yes­ter­day.

O love of Je­sus! Bless­èd love!

So will it ever be—

Time can­not hold thy won­drous growth

No

nor eter­ni­ty!