The Sacred Heart of Jesus
Life of God, poured out like water
on the barren hearts of men:
Flood divine, like flood of Noah,
sent to purge the world of sin:
I am drowned in Thee, but drowning
board the Ark prepared for me:
In Thy emptying, my fullness, --
Empty, I am filled by Thee.
Rock of Ages in the Desert,
I have come to drink of Thee:
though I strike Thee in my anger,
Thou provid'st abundantly:
with each wound the flow but deepens,
with each sin, Thy mercy grows.
Who can strike Thee and still hate Thee?
For Thy friends, Thou tak'st Thy foes.
Weak and foolish, I opposed Thee,
weak and helpless Thou became:
From Thy Heart fresh strength is flowing
for weak souls who call Thy Name:
Jesus, save me, for I perish,
Jesus, spare this life of mine:
Heart of Jesus, meek and humble,
Make my heart like unto Thine.
By Thy mercy, make me humble,
Melt my heart with love unearned:
Let me not forget Thy graces,
freely giv'n and coldly spurned.
Let me not despise my neighbour,
though his sins to heaven cry:
Louder cry my sins, now pardoned,
"There but for God's grace go I!"
Grace of God, O Love past telling,
sweet refreshment, cleansing tide:
Hope of hopeless, Love of loveless,
Life of meekness, death of pride:
Love of Father, Son, and Spirit,
burning Fire, healing Flood:
Hidden life in Him, Whose Heart still
yearns to shed His Precious Blood.
Were Thy Passion insufficient,
For Thy Blood to save all men,
Thou wouldst gladly die another,
Thou wouldst shed Thy Blood again:
Thou wouldst from ten thousand mangers
go once more to heal and teach:
Hang ten thousand heads in sorrow,
not for all men, but for each.
Life of God, poured out like water
on the barren hearts of men:
Flood divine, like flood of Noah,
sent to purge the world of sin:
I am drowned in Thee, but drowning
board the Ark prepared for me:
In Thy emptying, my fullness, --
Empty, I am filled by Thee.
Rock of Ages in the Desert,
I have come to drink of Thee:
though I strike Thee in my anger,
Thou provid'st abundantly:
with each wound the flow but deepens,
with each sin, Thy mercy grows.
Who can strike Thee and still hate Thee?
For Thy friends, Thou tak'st Thy foes.
Weak and foolish, I opposed Thee,
weak and helpless Thou became:
From Thy Heart fresh strength is flowing
for weak souls who call Thy Name:
Jesus, save me, for I perish,
Jesus, spare this life of mine:
Heart of Jesus, meek and humble,
Make my heart like unto Thine.
By Thy mercy, make me humble,
Melt my heart with love unearned:
Let me not forget Thy graces,
freely giv'n and coldly spurned.
Let me not despise my neighbour,
though his sins to heaven cry:
Louder cry my sins, now pardoned,
"There but for God's grace go I!"
Grace of God, O Love past telling,
sweet refreshment, cleansing tide:
Hope of hopeless, Love of loveless,
Life of meekness, death of pride:
Love of Father, Son, and Spirit,
burning Fire, healing Flood:
Hidden life in Him, Whose Heart still
yearns to shed His Precious Blood.
Were Thy Passion insufficient,
For Thy Blood to save all men,
Thou wouldst gladly die another,
Thou wouldst shed Thy Blood again:
Thou wouldst from ten thousand mangers
go once more to heal and teach:
Hang ten thousand heads in sorrow,
not for all men, but for each.