Thou art my God, sole object of my love; <br />Not for the hope of endless joys above; <br />Nor for the fear of endless pains below, <br />Which they who love thee not must undergo. <br /> <br />For me, and such as me, thou deign'st to bear <br />An ignominious cross, the nails, the spear: <br />A thorny crown transpierc'd thy sacred brow, <br />While bloody sweats from ev'ry member flow. <br /> <br />For me in tortures thou resignd'st thy breath, <br />Embrac'd me on the cross, and sav'd me by thy death. <br />And can these sufferings fail my heart to move? <br />What but thyself can now deserve my love? <br /> <br />Such as then was, and is, thy love to me, <br />Such is, and shall be still, my love to thee - <br />To thee, Redeemer! mercy's sacred spring! <br />My God, my Father, Maker, and my King!<br /><br />Alexander Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prayer-of-st-francis-xavier/
