Come hither and in worship kneel,
O thou who hast a heart to feel;
Let Jesus’ heart our song inspire
And set our hearts, e’en ours, on fire.
If by this heart unmoved still,
Thou gazest on it, Cold and chill,
O man, how cruel art thou grown
thy heart is dull and hard as stone.

O heart on our salvation bent,
And for our ransom torn and spent,
Thou, that in safety we might live,
Thy life, thy hearts’ blood, all wouldst give.
O heart of love, let Calvàry
At length thy last of graces be,
And after all thy toils and woes
Amid the joys of heav’n repose.

But ah, not so: this heart hath tried
A new device its love to hide;
Jesus becomes our food that he
All, all our own may ever be.
This loving heart how many spurn,
And give but outrage in return,
This is thy guerdon, God above,
Thus art thou loved, my Love, my Love.