Oh! the priceless love of Jesus!
Oh, the strength of grace divine,
All His gifts are showered upon me,
All His blessings may be mine;
He is throned in heav'nly glory.
Where no sin nor death can be,
Yet He loves me in this darkness,
Yet He dooes not turn from me.I am poor, and weak,
and sinful,
By temptations sorely tried,
Yet His watchful care abounding
Keeps me ever at His side;
He is God and King eternal,
Higher than all height can be,
Yet His heart is with me always,
Yet He stoopeth down to me.
Storms of sorrow roll around me,
Darkling clouds above me meet,
But I hasten to my refuge,
At my Saviour's wounded feet;
O how lovingly my Jesus
Thou dost ever with me bear,
I can never never thank Thee,
For Thy goodness and Thy care.
Oh! the priceless love of Jesus!
Oh, the strength of grace divine,
All His gifts are showered upon me,
All His blessings may be mine. |
