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.