SWEET JESUS Sweetest Jesus, gracious, free, That was stretched upon the tree, Now and ever with us be, And us shield from sin; Let Thou not to hell land draw They that be herein. So bright of face, Thou hearest me, Hope of all mankind. Grant us sight of Trinity And heaven's land to see. This world, its love is gone away, Like dew on grass in summer's day, Few there be-eth, wellaway, That loveth God His lore. All we be-eth shrunk as clay, We should rue that sore; Prince and ruler, what think they, To live evermore? Leave thy play and crieth aye: "Jesus Christ, thy grace!" Alas, alas, ye wealthy men, Why will ye fill with muck your den? Thinketh ye to bear it hence? Nay, as I may thrive! Ye shall see that all is dross, The chattel of this life. To Christ ye run and to Him kneel