More Love to Thee – Elizabeth P. Prentiss

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, come grief or 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 final breath whisper Thy praise; this be the parting cry my heart shall raise; Now for eternity, more love, O Christ, to Thee; more love to Thee, more love to Thee!

My Jesus, I Love Thee, from a poem by William Ralph Featherston, written by him at age 16. In eleven years from writing this, Featherston would be dead. Music by Adoniram Judson Gordon.

My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign.
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

I love Thee because Thou has first loved me,
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree.
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

I‘ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

In mansions of glory and endless delight,
I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.