My Jesus, I Love Thee

My Je­sus

I love Thee

I know Thou art mine;

For Thee all the fol­lies of sin I re­sign.

My gra­cious Re­deem­er

my Sav­ior art Thou;

If ev­er I loved Thee

my Je­sus

’tis now.

I love Thee be­cause Thou has first lov­èd me

And pur­chased my par­don on Cal­va­ry’s tree.

I love Thee for wear­ing the thorns on Thy brow;

If ever I loved Thee

my Je­sus

’tis now.

I’ll love Thee in life

I will love Thee in death

And praise Thee as long as Thou lend­est me breath;

And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow

If ev­er I loved Thee

my Je­sus

’tis now.

In man­sions of glo­ry and end­less delight

I’ll ev­er adore Thee in Heav­en so bright;

I’ll sing with the glit­ter­ing crown on my brow;

If ev­er I loved Thee

my Je­sus

’tis now.