1 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.

2 Once earthly joy I craved,
sought peace and rest;
now thee alone I seek,
give what is best;
this all my pray'r shall be,
more love, O Christ, to thee,
more love to thee,
more love to thee.

3 Let sorrow do its work,
send grief and pain;
sweet are thy messengers,
sweet their refrain,
when they can sing with me,
more love, O Christ, to thee,
more love to thee,
more love to thee.

4 Then shall my latest breath
whisper thy praise;
this be the parting cry
my heart shall raise;
this still its pray'r shall be,
more love, O Christ, to thee;
more love to thee,
more love to thee.