- Jesus, my Lord, my God, my all,
How can I love You as I ought?
And how revere this wondrous gift,
So far surpassing hope or thought?
Chorus:
Sweet Sacrament, You we adore;
Oh, make us love You more and more.
- Had I but Mary’s sinless heart,
To love You with, my dearest King,
Oh, with what bursts of fervent praise,
Your goodness, Jesus, would I sing! - Ah see! within a creature’s hand,
The vast Creator deigns to be,
Reposing infant-like, as though,
On Joseph’s arm, or Mary’s knee. - Your body, soul, and Godhead, all;
O mystery of love divine!
I cannot compass all I have,
For all you have and are, are mine. - Sound, sound his praises higher still,
And come, ye angels, to our aid;
‘Tis God, ’tis God, the very God;
Whose power man and angels made.