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 hast first
loved me
And purchased my pardon on Cal-
vary’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 de-
light,
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.