I need you, precious Jesus,
I need a friend like you;
A friend to soothe and sympathise.
A friend to love me too.

I need your blood, sweet Jesus,
To feel each anxious care;
I long to tell my every want,
And all my sorrows share.

I need your blood, sweet Jesus,
To wash each sinful stain;
To cleanse this sinful soul of mine,
And make it pure again.

I need your wounds, sweet Jesus,
To fly from perils near,
To shelter in these hallowed clefts,
From every doubt and fear.

I need you, sweetest Jesus,
In your sacrament of love;
To nourish this poor soul of mine,
With the treasures of your love.

I'll need you, sweetest Jesus,
When death's dread hour draws nigh,
To hide me in your sacred heart,
Till wafted safe on high.