More love to Thee, O Christ, more love to Thee! |
Hear Thou the prayer I make on bended knee. |
This is my earnest plea: More love, O Christ, to Thee; |
More love to Thee, more love to Thee! |
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Once earthly joy I craved, sought peace and rest; |
Now Thee alone I seek, give what is best. |
This all my prayer shall be: More love, O Christ to Thee; |
More love to Thee, more love to Thee! |
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Let sorrow do its work, come grief or pain; |
Sweet are Thy messengers, sweet their refrain, |
When they can sing with me: More love, O Christ, to Thee; |
More love to Thee, more love to Thee! |
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Then shall my latest breath whisper Thy praise; |
This be the parting cry my heart shall raise; |
This still its prayer shall be: More love, O Christ to Thee; |
More love to Thee, more love to Thee! |