1. More love to thee, O Christ, More love to thee; Hear thou the
2. Once earthly joy I craved, Sought peace and rest; Now thee a-
prayer I make On bended knee. This is my earnest plea:
lone I seek, Give what is best. This all my prayer shall be:
More love, O Christ, to thee, More love, O Christ, to thee, More love to thee.
More love, O Christ, to thee, More love, O Christ, to thee, More love to thee.

3. Let sorrow do its work,
Come grief or pain;
Sweet are thy messengers,
Sweet their refrain.
When they can sing with me:
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love to thee.

4. Then shall my latest breath
Whisper thy praise;
This be the parting cry,
My heart shall raise.
This still its prayer shall be:
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love to thee.