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 hast first loved 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.

1.	O worship the King, all glorious above, 
	O gratefully sing God's power and God's love; 
	our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days, 
	pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

2.	O tell of God's might, O sing of God's grace, 
	whose robe is the light, whose canopy space, 
	whose chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, 
	and dark is God's path on the wings of the storm.

3.	The earth with its store of wonders untold, 
	Almighty, thy power hath founded of old; 
	hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree, 
	and round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.

4.	Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
	It breathes in the air, it shines in the light; 
	it streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, 
	and sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.

5.	Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, 
	in thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; 
	thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, 
	our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.