Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ, Nor creed, nor form, nor word, Nor holy church, nor human love, Compare with Thee, my Lord. Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ, Thy love has conquered me; Beneath Thy cross I die to self, And live alone to Thee. Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ, My inmost being fill; So shall I think as Thou dost think, And will as Thou dost will. Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ, Thy life transfigure mine; And through this veil of mortal flesh, Lord, let Thy splendors shine. Be Thou supreme, O Jesus Christ, My soul exults in Thee; To be Thy slave, to do Thy will, Is my felicity.