O teach me more of Thy blest ways!
Thou ho­ly Lamb of God,
And fix and root me in Thy grace,
As one re­deemed by blood.

O tell me oft­en of Thy love,
Of all Thy grief and pain!
And let my heart with joy con­fess
That thence comes all my gain.

For this, O may I free­ly count
Whate’er I have but loss,
The dear­est ob­ject of my love,
Compared with Thee, but dross.

Engrave this deep­ly on my heart
With an eter­nal pen,
That I may, in some small de­gree,
Return Thy love again.