O teach me more of Thy blest ways!
Thou holy Lamb of God,
And fix and root me in Thy grace,
As one redeemed by blood.

O tell me often of Thy love,
Of all Thy grief and pain!
And let my heart with joy confess
That thence comes all my gain.

For this, O may I freely count
Whate’er I have but loss,
The dearest object of my love,
Compared with Thee, but dross.

Engrave this deeply on my heart
With an eter­nal pen,
That I may, in some small degree,
Return Thy love again.