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

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride

See, from his head, his hands, his feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e'er such love, such sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown

Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were an present far too small
Love so amazing, love so divine
Demands my soul, my life, my all

If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now