Sometimes my heart o’erflows with song,
And then to others how I long,
To tell the Saviour’s love to me,
That made me His eternally.
For I am saved—with Christ to be—
“The Son of God, who loved me.”
Sometimes my heart is sore distrest,
And all around is but unrest,
But O! His changeless love to me,
My joy and rest shall ever be.
For I am saved—with Christ to be—
“The Son of God, who loved me.”
Sometimes my thoughts to mansions soar,
Where I shall dwell for evermore,
Yet ‘tis His wondrous love to me,
Which makes those mansions dear to me,
For I am saved,—with Christ to be—
“The Son of God, who loved me.”
ML-11/03/1935