O sacred heart, all blissful light of heaven,
Rapture of angels, bearing bright
Ravishing joys, in rich and radiant splendor
Flow from thy glory in torrents of delight.

O sacred Heart! O hope of sinner's sorrow,
Rest of the weary, Careworn, and depressed,
Sweetly lead home earth s lone estranged exiles,
Where beneath Thy love we may lie down and rest.

O sacred Heart! Thy light is softly rising
O’er the dark night of Ghana’s cheerless gloom
Bright dawns the day of Faith's undying glory,
Sweetly thou seekest a loved but long lost home.

O sacred Heart! As strain of softest rapture,
Sweet falls the music of that voice so blest
"Come unto Me, all ye who mourn and labour,
Come heavy-laden, and I will give you rest

O Sacred Heart! When shades of death are falling
Gather Thy children 'neath the wings of love
Hush us to rest in Thine own gentle mercy
Bear troubled spirits to brighter realms above

O sacred Heart! What bliss, what thrilling rapture
E’er to rest near Thee on Thine own bright shore,
Ever to gaze upon Thy beaming splendour,
Never more to part, to weep, to mourn no more.