I can­not tell how pre­cious
The Sav­ior is to me,
Since I have Him ac­cept­ed,
And He hath made me free;
I can­not tell His good­ness,
Enough to sa­tis­fy;
And if you’ll on­ly take Him,
You’ll see the rea­son why.

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I can­not tell how pre­cious
The Sav­ior is to me;
I on­ly can en­treat you
To come, and taste and see.

I can­not do for Je­sus
As much as I should like;
But I will e’er en­dea­vor
To work with all my might;
For, was not my dear Sav­ior
For sin­ners cru­ci­fied?
For me, then sure­ly, Je­sus
Hung on the cross and died.

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Whene’er I think of Je­sus,
I can­not but re­joice;
To me He’s ev­er pre­cious,
For Him I raise my voice:
I know He has in glo­ry
A home pre­pared for me,
Where I shall live for­ev­er
So hap­py, and so free.

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