1 My God, I love Thee: not because
I hope for heav'n thereby;
Nor yet because if I love not
I must for ever die.
2 But, O my Jesus, Thou didst me
Upon the Cross embrace;
For me didst bear the nails and spear,
And manifold disgrace,
3 And griefs and torments numberless,
And sweat of agony,
E'en death itself; and all for me
Who was Thine enemy.
4 Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ,
Should I not love Thee well?
Not for the hope of winning heav'n,
Nor of escaping hell;
5 Not with the hope of gaining aught;
Not seeking a reward:
But as Thyself hast loved me,
O ever-loving Lord!
6 E'en so I love thee, and will love,
And in Thy praise will sing;
Solely because Thou art my God,
And my eternal King.