My Savior (Fillmore)

I’ve a Sav­ior

kind and ten­der

I’ve a Sav­ior full of grace;

And a smile of win­ning sweet­ness

Ever beams up­on His face:

In my heart’s shrine of af­fect­ion

He shall hold the high­est place.

How I love Him! How I love Him!

Since for me He bled and died;

How I love Him! Yes

I love Him

More than all the world be­side.

For my sake He came from Heav­en

To this world of sin and shame;

Bore my guilt

tho’ He was guilt­less

And tho’ blame­less

took my blame:

Can I ev­er cease to love Him

And His good­ness to pro­claim?

Tho’ I’ve oft­en been un­wor­thy

He has con­stant been

and true;

Tho’ I wronged Him

He for­gave me

When I would my vows re­new;

Tho’ I spurned Him

He with kind­ness

My re­bel­li­ous heart did woo.

I’ve a Sav­ior

kind and ten­der

He would be your Sav­ior

too;

Will you not ac­cept the par­don

Which He free­ly of­fers you?

Take Him now as your Re­deem­er

Earth has not a friend so true.