My Jesus, I Love Thee

My Jesus, I love thee, I know Thou art mine.
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign;
My gracious Redeemer, my Saviour art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.

I love Thee because Thou has 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.

Words: Will­iam R. Fea­ther­ston, 1864, when he was 16.
Music: Gordon, Adon­iram J. Gor­don, 1876.

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