Jesus My Lord, My God, My All

1 Jesus, my Lord, my God, my All,
How can I love Thee as I ought?
And how revere this wondrous gift,
So far surpassing hope or thought?

Refrain Sweet Sacrament, we Thee adore!
O make us love Thee more and more;
O make us love Thee more and more.

2 Had I but Mary's sinless heart
To love Thee with, my dearest King,
O, with what bursts of fervent praise
Thy goodness, Jesus, would I sing!

3 Ah, see! within a creature's hand
The vast Creator deigns to be,
Reposing infant-like, as though
On Joseph's arm, or Mary's knee.

4 Thy Body, Soul, and Godhead, all!
O mystery of love divine!
I cannot compass all I have,
For all Thou hast and art are mine!

5 Sound, sound His praises higher still,
And come, ye angels, to our aid;
'Tis God! 'tis God! the very God
Whose power both men and angels made!

6 Ring joyously, ye solemn bells!
And wave, O wave, ye censers bright!
'Tis Jesus cometh, Mary's Son
And God of God, and Light of Light!

7 O earth! grow flowers beneath His feet,
And thou, O sun, shine bright this day!
He comes! He comes! O Heaven on earth!
Our Jesus comes upon His way!

8 He comes! He comes! The Lord of Hosts,
Borne on His throne triumphantly;
We see Thee, and we know Thee, Lord;
And yearn to shed our blood for Thee.

9 Our hearts leap up; our trembling song
Grows fainter still; we can no more;
Silence! and let us weep—and die
Of very love, while we adore.