I’ll sing the praise of God above,
Whose heart so overflowed with love,
His Son, His only Son, He gave,
Lost little ones like me to save.
And O! a joyful note I’ll raise,
That blessed Son of God to praise,
Who freely shed His precious blood,
Lost little ones to bring to God.
From His bright home of bliss He came
Our souls from bondage to redeem;
Bought with a price by Love divine,
I now am His, and He is mine!
Where’er I go—e’en if I stray—
His love still follows all the way;
He makes my every need His care,
And guards me from each hurtful snare.
He’s coming soon to take me home,
Where sin and sorrow never come;
But there my sweetest joy shall be
To sing of Him Who died for me.
ML-12/29/1935