1 Jesu, thy mercies are untold
through each returning day;
thy love exceeds a thousandfold
whatever we can say.

2 That love which in thy passion drained
for us thy precious blood;
that love whereby the saints have gained
the vision of their God.

3 ’Tis thou hast loved us from the womb,
pure Source of all our bliss,
our only hope of life to come,
our happiness in this.

4 Lord, grant us, while on earth we stay,
thy love to feel and know;
and, when from hence we pass away,
to us thy glory show.