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 your grace;
Jesus, my Lord, whom I adore;
Help me to 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, whom I adore;
Help me to 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,
So far exceeding hope or thought!
Jesus, my Lord, whom I adore;
Help me to love thee more and more.
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;
Jesus, my Lord, whom I adore;
Help me to love thee more and more.
Henry Collins (1854)