My God, I love thee:
Nor because they who love thee
not must burn eternally.
Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me
upon the Cross embrace;
For me didst bear the nails and spear,
and manifold disgrace.
And grief and torments numberless,
and sweat of agony;
Yea, death itself; and all for me
who was thine enemy.
Then why, O Blessed Jesu Christ,
Should I not love thee well?
Not for the hope of winning heaven,
nor of escaping hell;
Not with the hope of gaining aught,
Not seeking a reward;
But as thyself hast loved me, O ever-loving Lord!
even so I love thee and will love,
And in thy praise will sing,
solely because thou art my God,
and my eternal King.
(St. Francis Xavier +1552)