1 I love, I love Thee, Lord most high
Because Thou first hast loved me;
I seek no other liberty
But that of being bound to Thee.

2 May memory no thought suggest,
But shall to Thy pure glory tend;
My understanding find no rest,
Except in Thee, its only end.

3 All mine is Thine; say but the word:
Whate’er Thou willest shall be done;
I know Thy love, all-gracious Lord,
I know it seeks my good alone.

4 Apart from Thee all things are naught;
Then grant, O my supremest Bliss;
Grant me to love Thee as I ought;
Thou givest all in giving this.

Amen.