ALL FOR THEE, O HEART OF JESUS!
How sweet it is to feel, dear Lord,
That Thou wilt surely see
Each work, or thought, or act of mine
That may be done for Thee!
That when I try, with pure intent.
To serve, to please, to love Thee,
Thy watchful Heart each effort knows.
Thy blessing rests above me.
Empty my soul of all desire
Man's idle praise to seek.
Hide me in Thee, for Thou dost know
How frail I am — and weak.
Take Thou my all, since for so long
Thy providence has sought me,
Make me Thine own since at such cost
Thy precious blood has bought me.
Live, Jesus, live, so live in me.
That all I do be done by Thee,
And grant that all I think and say
May be Thy thoughts and words to-day.
— Leaflets.
