More love to thee, O Christ, more love to thee!
Hear thou the prayer I make on bended knee;
This is my earnest plea,
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love to thee, more love to thee!
Once earthly joy I craved, sought peace and rest;
Now thee alone I seek; give what is best:
This all my prayer shall be,
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love to thee, more love to thee!
Let sorrow do its work, send grief and pain;
Sweet are thy messengers, sweet their refrain,
When they can sing with me,
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love to thee, more love to thee!
Then shall my latest breath whisper thy praise;
This be the parting cry my heart shall raise,
This still my prayer shall be,
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love to thee, more love to thee!
(Elizabeth Prentiss, 1869)