Subjection to Christ

Jesu, to Thee my heart I bow;
Strange flames far from my soul remove;
Fairest among ten thousand Thou,
Be Thou my Lord, my Life, my Love.

All heaven Thou fill'st with pure desire;
O, shine upon my frozen breast
With sacred warmth my heart inspire;
May I too Thy hid sweetness taste.

3 1 see Thy garments roll'd in blood,
Thy streaming head, Thy hands, Thy side
All hail, Thou suffering, conquering God!
Now man shall live; for God hath died.

O, kill in me this rebel Sin,
And triumph o'er my willing breast:
Restore Thy image, Lord, therein,
And lead me to my Father's rest.

Ye earthly loves, be far away!
Saviour, be Thou my love alone;
No more may mine usurp the sway,
But in me Thy great will be done!

Yea, Thou true Witness, spotless Lamb,
All things for Thee I count but loss;
My sole desire, my constant aim,
My only glory be Thy Cross.