1 I love Thee, O thou Lord most high!
Because Thou first hast loved me
I seek no other liberty,
But that of being bound to Thee;
My memory no tho't suggest,
But shall to Thy pure glory tend;
My understanding find no rest,
Except in Thee, its only end.

2 My God, I here protest to Thee,
No other will I have than Thine,
Whatever Thou hast giv'n to me,
I here again to thee resign.
All mine is thine, say but the word,
Whate'er Thou willest shall be done;
I know Thy love, all gracious Lord,
I know it seeks my good alone.

3 I love Thee, O Thou Lord most high,
Because Thou first hast loved me;
I seek no other liberty
But that of being bound to Thee;
Apart from Thee, all things are nought,
Then grant, O my supremest Bliss,
Grant me to love thee as I ought,--
Thou givest all in giving this!