1 

I give my heart to Thee,

   O Jesus most desired;

And heart for heart the gift shall be,

   For Thou my heart hast fired.

 2 

Thou hearts alone wouldst move,

   Thou only hearts dost love;

I would love Thee as Thou lov'st me,

   O Jesus most desired.

 3 

What off'ring can I make,

   Dear Lord, to love like Thine;

That Thou, the Word, didst stoop to take

   A human form like mine?

 4 

"Give Me thy heart, my son":

   Lord, Thou my heart hast won;

I would love Thee as Thou lov'st me,

   O Jesus most desired.

 5 

Thy heart is opened wide,

   Its offered love most free,

That heart to heart I may abide,

   And hide myself in Thee.

 6 

Ah, how Thy love doth burn,

   Till I that love return!

I would love Thee as Thou lov'st me,

   O Jesus most desired.

 7 

Here finds my heart its rest,

   Repose that knows no shock,

The strength of love that keeps it blest

   In Thee, the riven Rock.

 8 

My heart, as girt around,

   Her citadel hath found;

I would love Thee as Thou lov'st me,

   O Jesus most desired.