Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?
Romans 8:35
Words: Eliza E. Hewitt, in The Finest of the Wheat No. 2, edited by George D. Elderkin, Charles C. McCabe, John R. Sweney, Henry L. Gilmour & William Kirkpatrick (Chicago, Illinois: R. R. McCabe, 1894), number 91.
Music: William J. Kirkpatrick (🔊 pdf nwc).
On the cross my Savior bought me,
In the wilderness He sought me,
To His blessèd fold He brought me,
For He loves even me.
For He loves even me,
He loves even me;
To His blessèd fold He brought me;
Jesus loves even me.
Soft as evening dewdrops falling,
Is His voice so sweetly calling,
More and more my soul enthralling,
For He loves even me.
For He loves even me,
He loves even me;
More and more my soul enthraling,
Jesus loves even me.
Since that happy day He found me,
Everlasting arms surround me;
With His mercies He has crowned me,
For He loves even me.
For He loves even me,
He loves even me;
With His mercies He has crowned me,
Jesus loves even me.
All my needs to Him I’m bringing,
To His keeping hand I’m clinging,
And my heart for joy is singing,
For He loves even me.
For He loves even me,
He loves even me.
And my heart for joy is singing,
Jesus loves even me.
Though the ills of life may grieve me,
Yet I know He’ll never leave me,
To His glory He’ll receive me,
For He loves even me.
For He loves even me,
He loves even me.
To His glory He’ll receive me,
Jesus loves even me.