Jesus, Saviour all divine,

Hast thou made me truly thine?

Hast thou bought me by thy blood?

Reconciled my heart to God?

Hearken to my tender prayer,

Let me thine own image bear;

Let me love thee more and more,

Till I reach heaven’s blissful shore.

2 Thou canst fit me by thy grace

For the heavenly dwelling-place;

All thy promises are sure,

Ever shall thy love endure;

Then what more could I desire,

How to greater bliss aspire?

All I need, in thee I see,

Thou art all in all to me.