1 When I heard the grand old story,
Often told and sung before,
How that Jesus came from glory,
Then I love Him more and more;
More and more, more and more,
Then I love Him more and more.
2 In the garden how He suffered,
In the judgment hall He bore
Cruel mockings, scorn and spitting,
'Twas for me; I'll love Him more;
More and more, more and more,
'Twas for me, I'll love Him more.
3 How to Calvary they led Him,
As the cross He meekly bore,
Crushed beneath its heavy burden,
Can I help but love Him more?
More and more, more and more,
Can I help but love Him more?
4 To the cross they nailed my Savior,
With the nails His flesh they tore,
As I there behold Him pinioned,
How can I but love Him more?
More and more, more and more,
How can I but love Him more?
5 Bleeding, suff'ring, thirsting, dying,
Hear Him crying o'er and o'er,
God forgive them! God forgive them!
I will love Him more and more;
More and more, more and more,
I will love Him more and more.
Source: Crowning Glory No. 2: a collection of gospel hymns #123