1 I love to sing of Jesus,
Because he died for me;
It grieves my heart to think that he
Should die upon a tree.
Oh, loving Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!
Oh, loving Jesus!
I'll only sing of thee.
2 I love to sing of Jesus,
For tho' he's gone above,
He listens to my feeble praise,
And shields me with his love.
Oh, loving Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!
Oh, loving Jesus!
I'll only sing of thee.
3 And if on earth we're faithful,
In heaven his face we'll see,
And sing, in songs more joyful,
Through all eternity.
Oh, loving Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!
Oh, loving Jesus!
I'll only sing of thee.