I THINK He is the Son of God;
I think He’s washed me in His blood;
I think that I one day shall stand
Among the blest at His right hand.
I think He is th’ eternal God,
Who formed all things by His word;
I think He’s full of truth and grace;
The Father’s image in His face.
I love to think on Jesu’s name,
Who through all ages is the same;
And though I’m poor, He thinks on me,
And soon His glory I shall see.
With thoughts of good He thinks on those
Whom God the Father in Him chose;
He suffer’d in His people’s stead,
And rose to be their living Head.
His heart with love to us does burn,
And soon, I think, He will return,
And take us all with Him above,
The children of the Father’s love.