I know no oth­er Je­sus
Than He who died for me;
The Sav­ior of lost sin­ners,
The Christ of Cal­va­ry.
I know no ideal Jesus
That hu­man minds in­vent;
The on­ly Christ I wor­ship
Is whom the Fa­ther sent.

That human Christs could save me,
Is in­ad­mis­si­ble;
My Je­sus is the im­age
Of God in­vi­si­ble.
My Christ became in­car­nate,
And of the vir­gin born;
He left a crown of glo­ry
To wear the plat­ted thorn.

The In­fant of the man­ger,
The vil­lage Car­pen­ter,
The Teach­er sent from Hea­ven
To men to min­is­ter;
The true his­tor­ic Jesus,
Who died and rose again,
He on­ly is the Je­sus
That I pro­claim to men.