Jesus, my Lord, I Thee a-dore; Oh,make me love Thee more and more! A-men. 2 Jesus, too late I Thee have sought; 3 Jesus, what didst Thou find in me How can I love Thee as I ought? That Thou hast dealt so lovingly? And how extol Thy matchless fame, How great the joy that Thou hast brought! The glorious beauty of Thy Name? Oh, far exceeding hope or thought! Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore; Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore; Oh, make me love Thee more and more! Oh, make me love Thee more and more! 4 Jesus, of Thee shall be my song; To Thee my heart and soul belong; Jesus, my Lord, I Thee adore; HENRY COLLINS Till Christ Himself shall call thee To lay thine armor by, And wear in endless glory The crown of victory. Fear not the gathering night; The Lord will be thy light. Thy dangers all are past; Oh, pray that faith and virtue May keep thee to the last. Amen. LAWRENCE TUTTIETT |