Oh, most sweet Jesu, Saviour blest,
My yearning spirit's hope and rest,
To thee mine inmost nature cries,
And seeks thy face with tears and sighs.
Thou, my heart's joy where'er I rove,
Thou art the perfecting of love;
Thou art my boast—all praise be thine,
Jesu, the world's salvation, mine!
Then his embrace, his holy kiss,