I love to sing of that great power
That made the earth and sea;
But better still I love the song
Of “Jesus died for me.”
I love to sing of shrub and flower,
Of field, and plant, and tree:
The sweetest note forever is,
That “Jesus died for me.”
I love to hear the little birds
Attune their notes with glee;
But larks and linnets never heard
That “Jesus died for me.”
I love to think of angel’s songs,
From sill and sorrow free;
But angels cannot strike their notes
To “Jesus died for me.”
I love to know the time shall come
When man shall happy be:
But I am happy NOW, because
My “Jesus died for me.”
And when I reach that happy place
From all temptation free,
I’ll swell the everlasting choir
With “Jesus died for me.”
ML 06/23/1946