To Christ, the Prince of peace,
And Son of God most high,
The Fa­ther of the world to come,
We lift our joy­ful cry.

Deep in His heart for us
The wound of love He bore,
That love which He en­kin­dles still
In hearts that Him adore.

O Je­su, vic­tim blest,
What else but love di­vine
Could Thee con­strain to op­en thus
That sac­red heart of Thine?

O won­drous fount of love,
O well of wa­ters free,
O heav’n­ly flame, re­fin­ing fire,
O burn­ing char­ity!

Hide us in Thy dear heart,
Jesu, our Sav­ior blest,
So shall we find Thy plen­te­ous grace
And Heav’n’s eter­nal rest.