1 O God, I love thee; not that my poor love
May win me entrance to thy heav'n above,
Nor yet that strangers to thy love must know
The bitterness of everlasting woe.
2 But, Jesus, thou art mine, and I am thine;
Clasped to thy bosom by thine arms divine,
Who on the cruel Cross for me hast borne
The nails, the spear, and man’s unpitying scorn.
3 No thought can fathom and no tongue express
Thy griefs, thy toils, thy anguish measureless,
Thy death, O Lamb of God, the undefiled;
And all for me, thy wayward, sinful child.
4 How can I choose but love thee, God’s dear Son,
O Jesus, loveliest and most loving one!
Were there no heav'n to gain, no hell to flee,
For what thou art alone I must love thee.
5 Not for the hope of glory or reward,
But even as thyself hast loved me, Lord,
I love Thee, and will love thee and adore,
Who art my King, my God, forevermore.
Source: Lutheran Book of Worship #491
|First Line:||O God, I love thee, not that my poor love|
|Latin Title:||O Deus, ego amo Te|
|Translator:||Edward Henry Bickersteth|
|Author:||St. Francis Xavier|