Jesus, I love Thee, Thou art to me
Dearer than ever mor­tal can be;
Jesus, I love Thee, Sav­ior divine,
Earth has no friend­ship con­stant as Thine.
Tenderly fold­ed, safe on Thy breast,
There be my re­fuge, there let me rest.

Full of com­pas­sion, lov­ing and mild,
Thou art my fa­ther, I am Thy child;
Thou wilt for­give me, when I am wrong;
Thou art my com­fort, Thou art my song.
Blessèd Re­deem­er, pre­cious to me,
Draw me still clos­er, clos­er to Thee.

Jesus, I love Thee, reign in my heart,
Oh, may Thy Spir­it ne­ver de­part.
Jesus, I love Thee, yes, Thou art mine—
Living or dy­ing, still I am Thine.
Jesus, I love Thee, Thou art to me
Dearer than ev­er mor­tal can be.