J ESU , Fount of Pleasure,
Thou my soul's chief Treasure,
Thou my Crown shalt be!
O how long and lonely,
Filled with Thy love only,
Yearns my heart for Thee!
Thou art mine, and I am Thine:
Earth, and all the hosts about Thee,
Were but nought without Thee.

Vain the lion's ramping,
Vain the foes' encamping,
J ESU fights for me:
'Mid the mad world's roaring
Here I stand, outpouring
Praises, Lord , to Thee!
His great might holds me upright:
Bowed in silent awe before Him,
Earth and hell adore Him.

Farewell, thou that choosest
This poor earth, and losest
Worlds of glory bright!
Farewell, sins that bind me;
Buried far behind me,
Come no more to light!
Farewell, life of pride and strife!
All thy prizes I surrender,—
All thy pomp and splendor.

Doubt nor fear now grieves me;
J ESU'S presence gives me
Light and joy always:
E'en though dark and fearful,
In true hearts and cheerful,
Sorrow turns to praise.
Though my name bear scorn and shame,
Yet while J ESU leaves me never,
Joy is mine for ever.