Jesus, Thy boundless love to me,
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
Oh, knit my thankful heart to Thee
And reign without a rival there:
Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am;
Be Thou alone my constant flame.
Oh, grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell but Thy pure love alone;
Oh, may Thy love possess me whole,
My joy, my treasure and my crown:
All coldness from my heart remove;
May ev’ry act and thought be love.
O Love, how gracious is Thy way!
All fear before Thy presence flies;
Anguish and sorrow melt away,
Where’er Thy healing beams arise:
O Jesus, nothing may I see,
Nothing desire or seek but Thee.
In suffering, be Thy love, my peace;
In weakness, be Thy love my pow'r;
And when the storms of life shall cease,
O Jesus, in that solemn hour,
In death as life be Thou my guide,
And save me, Who for me hast died.