I can’t help loving Jesus
Since He has loved me so;
He tells me, very shortly
That I to Him shall go,
And be with Him forever,
In you bright home of light,
Which makes me always joyful,
And fills me with delight.
Perhaps He’ll come tomorrow
To call His saints away;
I’m sure I should be thankful
To see Him here today.
But till I go to heaven,
I wish my song to be,
“I can’t help loving Jesus,
He is so good to me.”
When people talk of doing,
I very often ask
How can a sinner labor
In such a holy task?
It needed One most holy,
Such a work to undertake;
And all was done by Jesus,
And for the sinner’s sake.
I learned that God had sent Him
To save, and not destroy;
To make us very happy,
And fill our hearts with joy.
To him who wants to know it,
The Scriptures clearly show,
The work of our redemption
Was finished long ago.
The blessed work of Jesus,
For us was so complete—
That I can only wonder,
And worship at His feet.
Thus I am always singing
(And always wish to be)—
“I can’t help loving Jesus,
He’s done so much for me.”
ML 02/09/1936