I adore thee, I adore thee

I adore thee, I adore thee,
glorious ere the world began;
yet more wonderful thou shinest,
though divine, yet still divinest
in thy dying love for man.

I adore thee, I adore thee,
thankful at thy feet to be;
I have heard thine accent thrilling,
Lord, I came, for thou art willing
me to pardon, even me.

I adore the, I adore thee,
born of woman, yet divine;
with thy Spirit, Lord, endue me,
in thine image pure renew me,
let me evermore be thine.

Words: William John Sparrow Simpson, 1887

Music: Adoration

Meter: 87 887

Website compiled by Steve Benner, 1999-2003.