Hymns - O Lord Jesus I Adore Thee - Текст песни

O Lord Jesus, I adore thee
For the bread of worth untold
Freely given in thy Communion,
Wonderful a thousandfold,
Given to-day in loving bounty
More than my poor heart can hold.

Make thou of my soul an orchard
Quickened into fruitfulness;
Come, O Come, life-giving Manna,
Making glad my wilderness:
Sweeter far than any sweetness
Tongue can taste, or words express.

Ah, Lord Jesus, go not from me,
Stay, ah, stay with me, my Lord;
Make me shrink from whatsoever
Will not with thy name accord;
Act through me in every action,
Speak through me in every word.

Would that I could keep thee always
In mine inmost heart to be,
Thou and only thou suggesting
Every thought and wish in me;
All my soul, with singing, offered
For a sacrifice to thee.