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?
Sweet Sacrament, we Thee adore
Oh make us love Thee more and more
Oh make us love Thee more and more.
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 upon the altar placed,
The Victim of divinest love!
Let all the earth below adore,
And join the choirs of heaven above.
Ah, see within a creature's hand
The vast Creator deigns to be.
Reposing, infant-like, as though,
On Joseph's arms, on Mary's knee.
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
Sound, sound His praises higher still
And come, ye angels, to our aid
'Tis God, 'tis God, the very God
Whose power both man and angels made.