1 Jesus loves me, for me has died;
His piercèd hands, and feet and side,
Speak pardon for my sins, and I,
Thro’ His atonement, may not die,
Thro’ His atonement, may not die.
2 Come, then Jesus, and take my heart,
And may I choose that better part;
Which none shall take away from me,
Now, nor through all eternity,
Now, nor through all eternity.
3 Precious Savior, I do believe
That my poor soul Thou wilt receive;
And take me to Thine arms, at last,
When all the storms of life are past,
When all the storms of life are past.
4 Thus, believing, my faith and love
Abide, though Heaven and earth remove;
And storms of sorrow cannot drown
My soul, thus anchored to the throne,
My soul, thus anchored to the throne.
5 Then shall I rise to worlds of light,
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And prayer in endless praise to Thee
Who brought my pardon on the tree,
Who brought my pardon on the tree.Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9011