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 to thee;
More love, O Christ, 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 prayer shall be,
More love to thee;
More love, O Christ, 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 to thee;
More love, O Christ, 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 prayer shall be,
More love to thee;
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love to thee.