That My Soul Sings With...
God, I love
I hope for heaven thereby,
Nor because they who love thee not
Must burn eternally.
Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me
Upon the Cross embrace;
For me didst bear the nails and spear,
And manifold disgrace.
And grief and torments numberless,
And sweat of agony;
Yea, death itself; and all for me
Who was thine enemy.
Then why, O Blessed Jesu Christ,
Should I not love thee well??
Not for the hope of winning heaven,
Nor of escaping hell;
Not with the hope of gaining aught,
Not seeking a reward;
But as thyself hast loved me,
O ever-loving Lord!
E’en so I love thee and will love,
And in thy praise will sing,
Solely because thou art my God,
And my eternal King.
(St. Francis Xavier +1552)