Jesus My Lord

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

Had I but Mary’s sinless heart

To love thee with my dearest King

Oh with what bursts of fervent praise

Thy goodness Jesus would I sing.

Oh see up on the altar placed

The victim of divinest love

Let all the earth below adore

And join the choirs of heaven above

Jesus dear pastor of the fock

We crowd in love about thy feet

Our voices yearn to praise thee Lord

And joyfully thy presence greet.

Sound sound His praises higher still

And come ye angel to our aid

Tis God tis God the very God

Whose power both man and angels made.