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.