1  Something every heart is loving:

       If not Jesus, none can rest;

    Lord, my heart to Thee is given;

       Take it, for it loves Thee best.

 2  Thus I cast the world behind me;

       Jesus most beloved shall be;

    Beauteous more than all things beauteous,

       He alone is joy to me.

 3  Bright with all eternal radiance

       Is the glory of Thy face;

    Thou art loving, sweet, and tender,

       Full of pity, full of grace.

 4  When I hated, Thou didst love me,

       Shedd'st for me Thy precious blood;

    Still Thou lovest, lovest ever,

       Shall I not love Thee, my God?

 5  Keep my heart still faithful to Thee,

       That my earthly life may be

    But a shadow to that glory

       Of my hidden life in Thee.