Jesus, thy mercies are untold through each returning day; thy love exceeds a thousandfold whatever we can say; that love which in thy passion drained for us thy precious Blood; that love whereby the saints have gained the vision of their God; 'tis thou hast loved us from the womb, pure source of all our bliss, our only hope of life to come, our happiness in this; Lord, grant us, while on earth we stay, thy love to feel and know; and, when from hence we pass away, to us thy glory show.