My Life In Prayer

Thy holy will my joy shall be;
Thy pleasure, Lord, is all to me
What is this world, compared to Thee?
Oh, guide me on my lonely way.
And grant my one desire, I pray;
That naught in life may ever rend
My heart from Thy sweet Sacrament!

My Jesus, I need only Thee!
Take what is near and dear to me;
My heart may pierce deep sorrow's spears,
'Twill love Thee more' mid grief and tears.
While yielding all will free this heart
One only grace to me impart:
Oh, let me to my journey's end
Be near to Thy sweet Sacrament!

My Jesus, I need only Thee!
Should I be ill - so let it be;
Should I be poor - I'll love Thee more;
In misery - Thy will adore.
Take all - my comfort, peace and rest;
I humbly bow, Thou knowest best!
But, till in death my heart is rent,
Let me dwell near Thy Sacrament!

My Jesus, I need only Thee!
No place on earth brings joy to me;
This world no happiness can give,
In Thee alone my soul shall live.
Lord, when my last dread hour is nigh,
Then guide me to my home on high;
To me, when Angel Death is sent,
Oh, come, in Thy sweet Sacrament!

My Jesus, Thou art all to me!
Here and beyond - eternally,—
For, what is Heaven's highest grace
But to behold Thee, face to face!
I cling to Thee! to Thee alone!
My God, my Love, my All, my Own!
Till I embrace Thee, without end,
My joy is here - Thy Sacrament.

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