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Jesus, my Lord, my God, my all,
how can I love thee as I ought?
And how revere this wondrous gift
so far surpassing hope and thought?
Sweet Sacrament, we thee adore:
Oh, make us love the more and more.
Had I but Mary’s sinless heart
to love thee with, my dearest King.
Oh, with what bursts of fervent praise
thy goodness, Jesus, would I sing.
Sweet Sacrament, we thee adore:
Oh, make us love the more and more.
Ah, see! Within a creature’s hand
the vast Creator deigns to be,
reposing, infant-like, as though
on Joseph’s arm, on Mary’s knee.
Sweet Sacrament, we thee adore:
Oh, make us love the more and more.
Thy body, soul, and Godhead, all;
O mystery of love divine!
I cannot compass all I have,
for all thou hast and art are mine;
Sweet Sacrament, we thee adore:
Oh, make us love the more and more.
Come now ye angels to our aid,
sound, sound God’s praises higher still;
‘tis God, whose power created us,
and in whose praise creation thrills.
Sweet Sacrament, we thee adore:
Oh, make us love the more and more.
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