| 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! O 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 am or have is thine; And thou, my Savior, thou art mine. Jesus, my Lord, I thee adore; O make me love thee more and more! | |