I love my Savior, God,
Because He first loved me;
Because He shed His precious blood
To set my spirit free.

'Twas love my bosom felt,
And made me wipe mine eyes,
When low before His throne I knelt
To pour my feeble cries.

Touched by His dying love,
I melted into grief,
Swift on the wings of love He moved
And bro't me sweet relief.

With my whole heart I love
The God that loved and bled;
Who left the shining realms above
And suffered in my stead.

Who can forbear to love
A God so good and kind?
Sure He is worthy to be loved
By me and all mankind.