1 O Jesu, why, why dost thou Love
Such Worthless Things as we?
Why is thy Heart still toward us
Who seldom think on thee?

2 Thy Bounty gives us all we have
And we thy Gifts abuse:
Thy Bounty gives us even thy self,
And we thy self refuse.

3 And why alas, why do we love
Such wretched Things as these?
These that withdraw us from our Lord
And his pure Eyes displease?

4 Break off and raise thy manly Eye
Up to those Joys above,
Behold all these our Lord prepares
To gain and crown thy Love.

5 Alas, o Lord, we cannot love
Unless thou draw our Heart!
Thou who vouchsaf'st to make us know
O make us do our part.

6 Still do thou love me, o my Lord,
That I may still love thee:
Still make me love thee, o my God
That thou may's till love me.