Jesus loves me, for me has died;
His pierc­èd hands, and feet and side,
Speak par­don for my sins, and I,
Thro’ His aton­ement, may not die,
Thro’ His atone­ment, may not die.

Come, then Je­sus, and take my heart,
And may I choose that bet­ter part;
Which none shall take away from me,
Now, nor through all eter­ni­ty,
Now, nor through all eter­ni­ty.

Precious Sav­ior, I do be­lieve
That my poor soul Thou wilt re­ceive;
And take me to Thine arms, at last,
When all the storms of life are past,
When all the storms of life are past.

Thus, be­liev­ing, my faith and love
Abide, though Hea­ven and earth re­move;
And storms of sor­row can­not drown
My soul, thus an­chored to the throne,
My soul, thus an­chored to the throne.

Then shall I rise to worlds of light,
Where faith is sweet­ly lost in sight,
And pray­er in end­less praise to Thee
Who brought my par­don on the tree,
Who brought my par­don on the tree.