Lord Jesus, I love Thee,

Lord Jesus, I love Thee,
I know Thou art mine,
My rock and my fortress,
My Surety divine;
My gracious Redeemer,
my song shall be now,
‘Tis Thou who art worthy,
Lord Jesus, ‘tis Thou!

I love Thee because Thou
hast first lovèd me,
And purchased my pardon
on Calvary’s tree;
I love Thee for wearing
the thorns on Thy brow;
‘Tis Thou who art worthy,
Lord Jesus, ‘tis Thou!

I would love Thee in life,
I would love Thee in death,
And praise Thee as long
as Thou lendeth me breath,
And sing, should the death-dew
lie cold on my brow,
‘Tis Thou who art worthy,
Lord Jesus, ‘tis Thou!

And when the bright morn
of Thy glory shall come,
And the children ascend
to the Father’s glad home,
I’ll shout, with Thy likeness
impressed on my brow,
‘Tis Thou who art worthy,
Lord Jesus, ‘tis Thou.

I will sing of my Redeemer

1.I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His wondrous love to me;
On the cruel cross He suffered,
From the curse to set me free.

Sing, oh, sing of my Redeemer,
With His blood He purchased me,
On the cross He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt, and made me free.

2.I will tell the wondrous story,
How my lost estate to save,
In His boundless love and mercy,
He the ransom freely gave.

3.I will praise my dear Redeemer,
His triumphant pow’r I’ll tell,
How the victory He giveth
Over sin, and death, and hell.

4.I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His heav’nly love to me;
He from death to life hath brought me,
Son of God with Him to be.