1 Jesus, Jesus, Jesus only
Can my heartfelt longing still;
Without Him my soul is lonely,
And I wish, what Jesus will.
For my heart, which He hath filled,
Ever cries: Lord, as Thou wilt.

2 One it is for whom I'm living,
Whom I love most tenderly;
Jesus! ever to Him giving,
What in love He gives to me.
Jesus' blood hides all my guilt;
Lead me, Lord, then as Thou wilt.

3 Seems a thing to me a treasure
Which displeasing is to Thee --
Then remove such dang'rous pleasure;
Give instead what profits me.
Let my heart by Thee be stilled,
Make me Thine, Lord, as Thou wilt.

4 Grant that I may e'er endeavor
Thy good pleasure to fulfill,
In me, through me, with me ever,
Lord, accomplish Thou Thy will.
Let me die, Lord, on Thee built,
When, and where, and as Thou wilt.

5 Jesus, constant be my praises;
Thou, who gav'st Thyself to me,
Gav'st me all; my heart hence raises
Its rejoicing cries to Thee:
Be it unto me, my Shield,
As Thou wilt, Lord, as Thou wilt.