Chief of Sinners

Chief of sin­ners though I be

Jesus shed His blood for me;

Died that I might live on high

Died that I might nev­er die;

As the branch is to the vine

I am His

and He is mine.

O the height of Je­sus’ love!

Higher than the Heav­en above;

Deeper than the deep­est sea

Lasting as eter­ni­ty;

Love that found me—won­drous thought!

Found me when I sought Him not!

Jesus on­ly can im­part

Balm to heal the smit­ten heart;

Peace that flows from sin for­giv­en

Joy that lifts the soul to Heav­en;

Faith and hope to walk with God

In the way that En­och trod.

Chief of sin­ners though I be

Christ is all in all to me;

All my wants to Him are known

All my sor­rows are His own;

Safe with Him from earth­ly strife

He sus­tains the hid­den life.

O my Sav­ior

help af­ford

By Thy Spir­it and Thy Word!

When my way­ward heart would stray

Keep me in the nar­row way;

Grace in time of need sup­ply

While I live and when I die.