1 Jesu, to thee my Heart I bow,
Strange Flames far from my soul remove:
Fairest among Then Thousand thou,
Be thou my Lord, my Life, my Love.

2 All Heav'n thou fill'st with pure desire;
O shine upon my frozen Breast;
With sacred Warmth my Heart inspire,
May I too thy hid Sweetness tast.

3 I see thy Garments roll'd in Blood,
Thy streaming Head, thy Hands, thy Side;
All hail, thou suffering, conquering God,
Now Man shall live; for God hath died.

4 O kill in me this rebel Sin,
And triumph o'er my willing Breast:
Restore thy Image Lord, therein,
And lead me to my Father's Rest.

5 Ye earthly Loves be far away!
Saviour, be thou my Love alone;
Ne'er more may mine usurp the Sway,
But in me thy great Will be done!

6 Yea, thou, true Witness, spotless lamb,
All Things for thee i count but Loss;
My sole desire, my constant Aim,
My only Glory be thy Cross!