339. I Love to Sing of Jesus

7.6.
1
I love to sing of Jesus,
 
The story all so true;
 
To me most sweet and precious,
 
The old but ever new.
 
He came from brightest glory,
 
From radiant courts on high;
 
How matchless is the story
 
Of Him who came to die!
 
I love to sing of Jesus,
 
The story all so true;
 
To me most sweet and precious,
 
The old but ever new.
2
The babe in Bethlehem's manger,
 
The lowly One on earth;
 
Rejected and a stranger,
 
Few cared to know His worth.
 
My soul would now recall Him,
 
In all His perfect love;
 
Which only Calvary's Victim
 
Its wondrous depths could prove.
3
'Twas there my Saviour suffered,
 
And tasted death for me;
 
Yes, there the work He finished,
 
That sets me ever free.
 
My sins all laid upon Him,
 
The wrath and judgment borne;
 
The power of Satan broken,
 
In Jesus' death of scorn.
4
And now the Lord is risen,
 
His travail ever o'er;
 
Seated in highest heaven,
 
Alive to die no more.
 
And soon He's coming for me,
 
To take me home above;
 
Where still I'll sing the story
 
Of Jesus and His love.