Hymn to Christ

O Jesus, why, why dost thou Love Such worthless Things as we? Why is thy Heart still toward us Who seldom think on thee?

Thy Bounty gives us all we have And we thy Gifts abuse: Thy Bounty gives us even thy self, And we thy self refuse.

And why alas, why do we love Such wretched Things as these? These that withdraw us from our Lord And his pure Eyes displease?

Break off and raise thy manly Eye Up to those Joys above, Behold all these our Lord prepares To gain and crown thy Love.

Alas, o Lord, we cannot love Unless thou draw our Heart! Thou who vouchsaf'st to make us know. O make us do our part.

Still do thou love me, o my Lord, That I may still love thee: Still make me love thee, o my God That thou may'st still love me.