From the German

Jesu, to thee my Heart I bow, Strange Flames far from ry Soul remove: Fairest among Ten Thousand thou, Be thou my Lord, my Life, my Love.

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 bid Sweetness tast.

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.

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:

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!

Yea, thou, true Witnest, spotless Lamb, All Things for thee I count but Loss; My sole desire, my constant Aim, My only Glory be thy Cross!