Something every heart is loving: If not Jesus, none can rest; Lord, my heart to Thee is given; Take it, for it loves Thee best. Thus I cast the world behind me; Jesus most beloved shall be; Beauteous more than all things beauteous, He alone is joy to me. Bright with all eternal radiance Is the glory of Thy face; Thou art loving, sweet, and tender, Full of pity, full of grace. When I hated, Thou didst love me, Shedd'st for me Thy precious blood; Still Thou lovest, lovest ever, Shall I not love Thee, my God? Keep my heart still faithful to Thee, That my earthly life may be But a shadow to that glory Of my hidden life in Thee.