2.  Had I but Mary’s sinless heart
  To love Thee with, my dearest King,
Oh, with what bursts of fervent praise
  Thy goodness, Jesus, would I sing!

To Jesus’ Heart All Burning (REV.  A. J. CHRISTIE, S.J.)

1.  To Jesus’ Heart, all burning
  With fervent love for men,
My heart with fondest yearning
  Shall raise the joyful strain.

Chorus.—­While ages course along,
Blest be with loudest song
|| The Sacred Heart of Jesus
By every heart and tongued. ||

2.  O Heart for me on fire
  With love no man can speak,
My yet untold desire
  God gives me for Thy sake.

3.  Too true I have forsaken
  Thy flock by wilful sin;
Yet now let me be taken
  Back to Thy fold again.

Jesus, Gentlest Saviour (REV.  F. W. FABER)

1.  Jesus, gentlest Saviour! 
  God of might and power;
Thou Thyself art dwelling
  In us at this hour. 
Nature cannot hold Thee,
  Heav’n is all too strait
For Thine endless glory,
  And Thy royal state.

2.  Out beyond the shining
  Of the farthest star,
Thou art ever stretching
  Infinitely far. 
Yet the hearts of children
  Hold what worlds cannot,
And the God of wonders
  Loves the lowly spot.

Jesus!  Saviour of My Soul

1.  Jesus!  Saviour of my soul,
  Let me to Thy refuge fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
  While the tempest still is nigh.

Chorus.—­Hide me, O my Saviour, hide
  Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into Thy haven guide,
  O receive my soul at last. 
Jesus!  Saviour of my soul,
  Let me to Thy refuge fly;
Ave, Ave, Jesus mild,
  Deign to hear Thy lowly child.

2.  Other refuge have I none,
  Hangs my helpless soul on Thee,
Leave, oh, leave me not alone,
  Still support and strengthen me.

Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee (REV.  E. CASWALL)

1.  Jesus, the very thought of Thee
  With rapture fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy Face to see,
  And in Thy presence rest.

2.  Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
  Nor can the mem’ry find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
  O Saviour of mankind!

3.  Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
  As Thou our prize wilt be;
O Jesus, be our glory now
  And through eternity.

What Happiness Can Equal Mine?  (REV.  F. W. FABER)

1.  What happiness can equal mine? 
  I’ve found the object of my love: 
My Jesus dear, my King Divine,
  Is come to me from heav’n above;
He chose my heart for His abode,
  He there becomes my daily bread;
There on me flows His healing blood;
  There with His flesh my soul is fed.