Jesu Hail! O God Most Holy

Jesu hail! O God most ho­ly

Gentle Lamb

an in­fant low­ly;

Born

great God

a hu­man strang­er

Laid with­in the nar­row man­ger:

Might trans­cend­ing

weak­ness blend­ing

Greatness bend­ing from the sky;

Love un­end­ing

man be­friend­ing

God most High

God most High.

To en­rich my de­so­la­tion

To re­deem me from dam­na­tion

Wrapt in swath­ing bands Thou li­est

Thou in want and weak­ness sigh­est:

Low abased

where brutes are sleep­ing

God’s be­lov­èd Son is weep­ing;

Judge su­preme

true God­head shar­ing

Sinner’s like­ness for us wear­ing!

Jesu

Thine my heart is sole­ly;

Draw it

take it to Thee whol­ly;

With Thy sac­red fire il­lume me

Let it in­ward­ly con­sume me.

Hence let idle fan­cies van­ish

Hence all ev­il pas­sions ban­ish;

Make me like Thy­self in meek­ness

Bind to Thee my hu­man weak­ness