More Love to Thee

More love to thee, O Christ, more love to thee! Hear thou the prayer I make on bended knee. This is my earnest plea:

more love, O Christ, to thee; more love to thee, more love to thee!

Once earthly joy I craved, sought peace and rest; now thee alone I seek; give what is best. This all my prayer shall be:

Let sorrow do its work, come grief and pain; sweet are thy messengers, sweet their refrain, when they can sing with me:

Then shall my latest breath whisper thy praise; this be the parting cry my heart shall raise; this still its prayer shall be: