Jesus, 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;

Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore

Oh 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, 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!

Jesus, of Thee shall be my song,

To Thee my heart and soul belong;

All that I have or am is Thine,

And Thou, blest Saviour, Thou art mine.