I Love to Think of Jesus

I love to think of Je­sus

Who else could it be

Who could come down from Heav’n

To save a soul like me?

To think of Him does not

Repay the debt I owe

I’ll do my best my gra­ti­tude to show.

I love to think of Je­sus

And His love for me;

My soul is lost in won­der

That such love could be;

I’ve known the love of mo­ther

Of sis­ter

friend and bro­ther

Like Je­sus there’s no oth­er

He’s more than all to me.

I love to think that He has

Given me a part

In par­don that He pur­chased

With a brok­en heart;

And oft my eyes are filled

With tears as I re­call

What He has done for me

And for us all.

I love to think of Je­sus

When I am dis­tressed

To think up­on His pro­mise

Brings a bliss­ful rest;

In sor­row

pain and ang­uish

He is near I know

It is no won­der that

I love Him so.

I love to think of Him when

Tears of sor­row fall

To know that He has suf­fered

And He knows it all;

It gives me strength to bear

My bur­den nor com­plain

I nev­er yet have called

To Him in vain.