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.

Thus I cast the world behind me;

Jesus most beloved shall be;

Beauteous more than all things beauteous,

He alone is joy to me.

Bright with all eternal radiance

Is the glory of Thy face;

Thou art loving, sweet, and tender,

Full of pity, full of grace.

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?

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.