How lov­ing is Je­sus!
Who came from the sky,
In ten­der­est pity for sin­ners to die;
His hands and His feet
They were nailed to the tree,
And all this He suf­fered
For you and for me.

How glad­ly does Je­sus
Free par­don im­part
To all who re­ceive Him
By faith in their heart;
No ev­il befalls them,
Their home is above,
And Je­sus throws round them
The arms of His love.

How pre­cious is Je­sus
To all who be­lieve,
And out of His full­ness
What grace they re­ceive!
When weak, He sup­ports them;
When err­ing, He guides;
And ev­ery thing need­ful
He kind­ly pro­vides.

Oh, give then to Je­sus
Your ear­li­est days,
They only are bless­èd
Who walk in His ways;
In life and in death He
Will still be your friend,
For whom Je­sus loves,
He loves to the end.