I LORD JESU, Son of Grace, Thy boundless charity instil, And hearts which here Thy love efface With Thy compassion fill. II Thou madest all, dear Lord, Sinner and Saint alike are Thine— Trial and suffering both accord With Thy ordain'd design. III Thou sentest forth Thy Son The unregenerate to reclaim— Never a sin-besmirchéd one But Christ hath call'd by name. IV As knock'd, in dead of night, The Hand Divine on Samuel's heart, So doth Thy Love in mercy bright A two-fold choice impart— V To enter Thy sure rest,— That calm which comes of loving Thee, And loving Thee, then only blest In guileless charity,— VI Or graceless to depart And journey thro' the world alone, Missing that gladness of the heart To true believers known. VIII Lord Jesu, Son of Grace, Thy Heart of Charity bestow, That all who seek Thee, face to face, May find Thee here below! |