Thee with joyful soul I hail,
Heart of Jesus, heav’nly King
Let thy love for me avail
While my tongue thy praise shall sing

By what love wert thou o'ercome,
By what wringing grief and pan,
E’en to sink within the tomb,
So from death our souls to gain.

O how sharp the cruel strife
And thy pangs upon the tree,
Sweetest heart, our home of life,
When thou gav'st thy life for me.

By that death upon the wood,
Loving heart of Christ my king,
Let me show my gratitude,
Seek thee, cleave to thee and cling.

Tender heart, with love afire,
Wash my heart of sinful stain;
Kindle thoughts of pure desire,
Driving forth the vile and vain.

Be thy love my living cure,
Weak and sinful though I be;
Thou canst make my healing sure
Wound my soul with love for thee.

Heart of Jesus, open wide,
Sweeter thou than fragrant rose,
Let my soul in thee abide,
There to soothe all pains and woes.

Let me live for love of thee
And forget thee nevermore;
Let thy love my glory be
Still to honour, praise, adore.