O Jesus! Jesus! dearest Lord! Forgive me if I say For very love Thy sacred name A thousand times a day. I love Thee so, I know not how My transports to control; Thy love is like a burning fire Within my very soul. O wonderful! that Thou shouldst let So vile a heart as mine Love Thee with such a love as this, And make so free with Thine. The craft of this wise world of ours Poor wisdom seems to me; Ah, dearest Jesus! I have grown Childish with love of Thee! For Thou to me art all in all, My honor and my wealth, My heart's desire, my body's strength, My soul's eternal health. Burn, burn, O love! within my heart Burn fiercely night and day, Till all the dross of earthly loves Is burned, and burned away. O light in darkness, joy in grief, O heaven begun on earth! Jesus! my love! my treasure! who Can tell what Thou art worth? O Jesus! Jesus! sweetest Lord! What art Thou not to me? Each hour brings joys before unknown, Each day new liberty! What limit is there to Thee, love? Thy flight where wilt Thou stay? On! on! our Lord is sweeter far Today than yesterday. O love of Jesus! blessed love! So will it ever be; Time cannot hold Thy wondrous growth, No, nor eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE POTOMAC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE UNIVERSITY OF GOTTINGEN by GEORGE CANNING REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY BOOKS by WILLIAM COWPER SUMMER STORM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AN ODE IN TIME OF HESITATION by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY |