Jesus, my Lord, my God, my all,
How can I love thee as I ought?
And how revere this wondrous gift,
So far surpassing hope of thought?
Sweet sacrament, we thee adore,
Oh, make us love thee more and more

Had I but Mary's sinless heart
To love thee with, my dearest King.
Oh, with what burst of fervent praise,
Thy goodness, Jesus, would I sing
Sweet sacrament, we thee adore,
Oh, make us love thee more and more

Ah, see! within a creature's hand,
the vast creator deigns to be,
Reposing, Infant-like, as though
On Joseph's arm, or Mary's knee
Sweet sacrament, we thee adore,
Oh, make us love thee more and more

Thy body, soul, and Godhead, all;
O mystèry of love divine!
I Cannot Compass all I have,
For all thou art and have are mine.
Sweet sacrament, we thee adore,
Oh, make us love thee more and more

Sound, sound his praises higher still
And come, ye angels, to our aid,
T’is God, t’is God, the very God
Whose pow’r both man and angels made.
Sweet sacrament, we thee adore,
Oh, make us love thee more and more