The original words are attributed to St. Francis Xavier (1506-1552) - who of course did not write in English. However the translator is unknown.
It is not the same as the Edward Caswall translation which starts "My God, I love thee, not because. I hope for heaven thereby."
No heaven for me to win,
No hell to punish those who dare
Against Your love to sin.
Upon the cross, your wide embrace
Made me, dear Lord, your own;
The nails, the spear, the long disgrace
For me should all atone.
That night of fear, those hours of pain,
Those bitter griefs of yours,
That death itself was borne, to gain
A sinner's love - 'twas mine.
And shall the fear of hell below
Or hope of heaven above
Be all the reason heart can know
This loving Lord to love?
That love that asks not anything,
Love like your own love free,
Jesus, I give, who are my King,
Who are my God, to you.
No heaven for me to win,
No hell to punish those who dare
Against Your love to sin.
Upon the cross, thy wide embrace
Made me, dear Lord, thy own;
The nails, the spear, the long disgrace
For me should all atone.
That night of fear, those hours of pain,
Those bitter griefs of Thine,
That death itself was borne, to gain
A sinner's love - 'twas mine.
And shall the fear of hell below
Or hope of heaven above
Be all the reason heart can know
This loving Lord to love?
That love that asks not anything,
Love like Thy own love free,
Jesus, I give, who art my King,
Who art my God, to Thee.
It is not the same as the Edward Caswall translation which starts "My God, I love thee, not because. I hope for heaven thereby."
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Instrumental - clarinet:
Lyrics
Modern English
My God I love You - though there wereNo heaven for me to win,
No hell to punish those who dare
Against Your love to sin.
Upon the cross, your wide embrace
Made me, dear Lord, your own;
The nails, the spear, the long disgrace
For me should all atone.
That night of fear, those hours of pain,
Those bitter griefs of yours,
That death itself was borne, to gain
A sinner's love - 'twas mine.
And shall the fear of hell below
Or hope of heaven above
Be all the reason heart can know
This loving Lord to love?
That love that asks not anything,
Love like your own love free,
Jesus, I give, who are my King,
Who are my God, to you.
Traditional lyrics
My God I love thee - though there wereNo heaven for me to win,
No hell to punish those who dare
Against Your love to sin.
Upon the cross, thy wide embrace
Made me, dear Lord, thy own;
The nails, the spear, the long disgrace
For me should all atone.
That night of fear, those hours of pain,
Those bitter griefs of Thine,
That death itself was borne, to gain
A sinner's love - 'twas mine.
And shall the fear of hell below
Or hope of heaven above
Be all the reason heart can know
This loving Lord to love?
That love that asks not anything,
Love like Thy own love free,
Jesus, I give, who art my King,
Who art my God, to Thee.
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