O I am sing­ing of Je­sus,
Happy as mor­tal can be;
How can I help but ad­ore Him,
He is so gra­cious to me:
Holding me up when I fal­ter,
Giving me light from His throne,
Cheering me on with His coun­sel,
Keeping my hand in His own?

O I am sing­ing of Je­sus,
Praising Him all the day long,
Singing His in­fi­nite mer­cy,
Telling His good­ness in song.
O I am sing­ing of Je­sus,
Singing His won­der­ful love;
Singing of rest for the wea­ry,
Rest in His king­dom above.

O I am sing­ing of Je­sus,
Songs He de­light­eth to hear;
Singing, be­liev­ing, ob­ey­ing,
Waiting till He shall ap­pear.
Singing, be­liev­ing, ob­ey­ing,
This is my con­stant em­ploy;
He is my strength and Re­deem­er,
He is my com­fort and joy.