Jesu, Thy mer­cies are un­told
Through each re­turn­ing day;
Thy love ex­ceeds a thou­sand fold
Whatever we can say.

That love which in Thy pas­sion drained
For us Thy pre­cious blood;
That love where­by the saints have gained
The vi­sion of their God.

’Tis Thou hast loved us from the womb,
Pure source of all our bliss,
Our on­ly hope of life to come,
Our hap­pi­ness in this.

Lord, grant us, while on earth we stay,
Thy love to feel and know;
And, when from hence we pass away,
To us Thy glo­ry show.