IESU, dulcis memoria,/dans vera cordis gaudia,/sed super mel et omnia,/eius dulcis praesentia.
JESU, the very thought of Thee,/with sweetness fills my breast,/but sweeter far Thy face to see,/and in Thy presence rest.
Nil canitur suavius,/nil auditur iucundius,/nil cogitatur dulcius,/quam Iesus Dei Filius.
Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,/nor can the memory find/ a sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,/ o Savior of mankind!.
Iesu, spes paenitentibus,/quam pius es petentibus!/ quam bonus te quaerentibus!/ sed quid invenientibus?
O hope of every contrite heart/o joy of all the meek,/to those who fall, how kind Thou art!/how good to those who seek!
Nec lingua valet dicere,/nec littera exprimere:/expertus potest credere,/quid sit Iesum diligere./
But what to those who find? Ah this/ nor tongue nor pen can show:/the love of Jesus, what it is/ none but His loved ones know.
Sis, Iesu, nostrum gaudium,/qui es futurus praemium:/sit nostra in te gloria,/per cuncta semper saecula./Amen.
Jesu, our only joy be Thou,/As Thou our prize wilt be:/Jesu, be Thou our glory now, /And through eternity./Amen.