1 I give my heart to Thee, O Jesus most desired; And heart for heart the gift shall be, For Thou my heart hast fired. 2 Thou hearts alone wouldst move, Thou only hearts dost love; I would love Thee as Thou lov’st me, O Jesus most desired. 3 What off’ring can I make, Dear Lord, to love like Thine; That Thou, the Word, didst stoop to take A human form like mine? 4 “Give Me thy heart, my son“: Lord, Thou my heart hast won; I would love Thee as Thou lov’st me, O Jesus most desired. 5 Thy heart is opened wide, Its offered love most free, That heart to heart I may abide, And hide myself in Thee. 6 Ah, how Thy love doth burn, Till I that love return! I would love Thee as Thou lov’st me, O Jesus most desired. 7 Here finds my heart its rest, Repose that knows no shock, The strength of love that keeps it blest In Thee, the riven Rock. 8 My heart, as girt around, Her citadel hath found; I would love Thee as Thou lov’st me, O Jesus most desired.