1 Jesus, Thy boundless love to me, no thought can reach, no tongue declare; O knit my thankful heart to Thee, and reign without a rival there. Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am; be Thou my Rod and Staff and Guide. 2 O grant that nothing in my soul may dwell, but Thy pure love alone! O may Thy love possess my whole, my Joy, my Treasure, and my Crown. All coldness from my heart remove; my every act, word, thought, be love. 3 O love, how cheering is thy ray! All pain before thy presence flies; care, anguish, sorrow, melt away, wherever thy healing beams arise. O Jesus, nothing may I see, nothing desire or seek, but Thee. 4 In suffering, be Thy love my peace; In Weakness, be Thy love my power; And, when the storms of life shall cease, Jesus, in that tremendous hour, In death, as life, be Thou my Guide, And save me, who for me hast died.