I need Thee, precious Jesus,
I need a friend like Thee;
A friend to soothe and sympathize,
A friend to care for me.
I need Thy Heart, sweet Jesus,
To feel each anxious care;
I long to tell my ev’ry want,
And all my sorrows share.
I need Thy Blood, sweet Jesus,
To wash each sinful stain:
To cleanse this sinful soul of mine,
And make it pure again.
I need Thy Wounds, sweet Jesus,
To fly from perils near,
To shelter in these hallowed clefts,
From ev’ry doubt and fear.
I need Thee, sweetest Jesus,
In Thy Sacrament of Love;
To nourish this poor soul of mine,
With the treasures of Thy Love.
I’ll need Thee, sweetest Jesus,
When death’s dread hour draws nigh,
To hide me in Thy Sacred Heart,
Till wafted safe on high.
Nicola A. Montani, St. Gregory Hymnal and Catholic Choir Book (Philadelphia: The St. Gregory Guild, 1920).