1 Oh, teach us more of Thy blest ways,
Thou Holy Lamb of God!
And fix and root us in Thy grace,
As those redeemed by blood.

2 Oh, tell us often of Thy love,
Of all Thy grief and pain;
And let our hearts with joy confess
That thence comes all our gain.

3 For this, oh, may we freely count
Whate'er we have but loss,
The dearest object of our love,
Compared with Thee, but dross.

4 Engrave this deeply on our hearts
With an eternal pen,
That we may, in some small degree,
Return Thy love again.