1 Jesus, thy mercies are untold
through each returning day;
thy love exceeds a thousandfold
whatever we can say.
2 O joy of ev'ry contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
to those who ask, how kind thou art,
how good to those who seek!
3 But what to those who find?
Ah, this nor tongue nor pen can show;
the love of Jesus, what it is
none but his loves ones know.
4 Jesus, our only joy be thou,
as thou our prize wilt be;
in thee be all our glory now
and through eternity.
|First Line:||Jesus, thy mercies are untold|
|Title:||Jesus, Thy Mercies Are Untold|
|Translator:||Edward Caswall (1849)|
|Source:||Amor, Jesus dulcissime and Dulcis Jesu Memoria, anon. 12th century|