Jesus, my Lord, my God, my all,

How can I love Thee as I ought?

And how revere this wond’rous gift,

So far surpassing hope or thought.

Sweet Sacrament, we Thee adore.

O make us love Thee more and more!

O make us love Thee more and more!

Had I but Mary’s sinless heart,

To love Thee with, my dearest King;

O with what bursts of fervent praise,

Thy goodness, Jesus, would I sing!

Oh see upon the alter placed

The Victim of divinest love.

Let all the earth below adore

And join the choirs of heav’n above.

Jesus dear Pastor of the flock,

We crowd in love about thy feet

Our voices yearn to praise thee Lord,

And joyfully thy presence greet.

Sound sound His praises higher still,

And come ye Angels to our aid;

Tis God tis God the very God,

Whose power both man and Angels made.

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