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MAKE ME LOVE THEE SO
O Jesus, make me love Thee so
I shall not ask, nor care, to know
Where Thou wouldst have me go.
I would, my Lord, my God, I were
Like those true souls that have no care
Except Thy life to share,
And love Thee in that perfectness
Of self-surrender Thou wilt bless
With calm in toil and stress.
Like them indeed I cannot be;
I cannot love Thee worthily;
Yet, Jesus, look on me.
Break Thou my heart with that sweet look
Which, more than bitterest rebuke,
Can pierce who Thee forsook:
And heal the heart deep-wounded thus
With Thy sweet comfort luminous,
Dear Heart, pierced through for us.
