Jesu! Name all names above, Jesu, best and dearest, Jesu, fount of perfect love, Holiest, tenderest, nearest; Jesu, source of grace completest, Jesu purest, Jesu sweetest, Jesu well of power divine, Make me, keep me, seal me Thine.
Jesu, open me the gate, That the robber entered, Who in that most lost estate Wholly on Thee ventured. Thou Whose wounds are ever pleading, And Thy passion interceding, From my misery let me rise To a home in paradise.
Jesu, crowned with thorns for me, Scourged for my transgression, Witnessing through agony, That Thy good confession; Jesu, clad in purple raiment, For my evil making payment, Let not all Thy woe and pain, Let not Calv’ry be in vain.
When I reach death’s bitter sea, And its waves mount higher, Earthly help forsaking me As the storm draws nigher, Jesu, leave me not to languish Helpless, homeless, full of anguish; Jesu, let me hear Thee say, “Thou shalt be with Me today.”
One is kind above all others, O how He loves! His is love beyond a brother’s; O how He loves! Earthly friends may fall and leave thee, One day kind, the next day grieve thee; But this Friend will ne’er deceive thee; O how He loves!
’Tis eternal life to know Him, O how He loves! Think, oh think, how much we owe Him, O how He loves! With His precious blood He bought us, In the wilderness He sought us To His fold He safely brought us, O how He loves!
Blessèd Jesus! wouldst thou know Him? O how He loves! Give thine heart, thine all unto Him; O how He loves! Is it sin that pains or grieves thee, Unbelief or trials seize thee? Jesus can from all release thee; O how He loves!
Love this Friend: He longs to save thee; O how He loves! All through life He will not leave thee; O how He loves! Think no more of friendships hollow; Take His easy yoke and follow; Jesus carries all thy sorrow; O how He loves!
All thy sins shall be forgiven; O how He loves! Backward shall thy foes be driven; O how He loves! Best of blessings He’ll provide thee; Naught but good shall e’er betide thee; Safe to glory He will guide thee; O how He loves!
One there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love beyond a brother’s, Costly, free, and knows no end: They who once His kindness prove, Find it everlasting love!
Which of all our friends to save us, Could or would have shed their blood? But our Jesus died to have us Reconciled, in Him to God: This was boundless love indeed! Jesus is a Friend in need.
Men, when raised to lofty stations, Often know their friends no more; Slight and scorn their poor relations Though they valued them before. But our Savior always owns Those whom He redeemed with groans.
When He lived on earth abasèd, Friend of sinners was His name; Now, above all glory raisèd, He rejoices in the same: Still He calls them brethren, friends, And to all their wants attends.
Could we bear from one another, What He daily bears from us? Yet this glorious Friend and Brother, Loves us though we treat Him thus: Though for good we render ill, He accounts us brethren still.
O for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We, alas! forget too often, What a Friend we have above: But when home our souls are brought, We will love Thee as we ought.