Ever by my love be own­èd,
Jesu! who hast lov­èd me,
And hast for my sin aton­èd,
Sin where­with I grievèd Thee;
Ah! how well is it with me
Whensoe’er I bow my knee
At the cross where Thou ex­piredst,
And true life for me ac­quiredst.

Heal my soul, Thou my sal­va­tion!
Heal my weak­ness; heal my grief:
Take away my tri­bu­la­tion;
Be to all my ills relief:
Ills the Fall on me hath brought,
Ills I for my­self have wrought:
Let Thy blood be my heart be­dew­ing,
Ever be my peace re­new­ing.

Be Thy bleed­ing wounds im­press­èd
Evermore up­on my heart;
Thus may ev­ery hour be bless­èd,
Nor my thoughts from Thee de­part.
Thou my trea­sure art most blest;
All my heart in Thee shall rest:
Be Thy love on me des­cend­ing,
At Thy feet, O Je­su! bend­ing.