To Jesus, our exalted Lord,
(Dear name, by Heav’n and earth adored!)
Fain would our hearts and voices raise
A cheerful song of sacred praise.

But all the notes which mortals know
Are weak and languishing and low;
Far, far above our humble songs,
The theme demands immortal tongues.

Yet while around His board we meet,
And worship at His glorious feet;
O let our warm affections move
In glad returns of grateful love.

Yes, Lord, we love, and we adore,
But long to know and love Thee more;
And while we taste the bread and wine,
Desire to feed on joys divine.

Let faith our feeble senses aid,
To see Thy wondrous love displayed,
Thy broken flesh, Thy bleeding veins,
Thy dreadful agonizing pains.

Let humble, penitential woe
With painful, pleasing anguish flow,
And Thy forgiving smiles impart
Life, hope, and joy to every heart.