You ask me why I love the Lord;
Well, friend, just let me say
My life was not worth living
Till the Savior came my way.
You say I lose so much in life;
Yes, friend, praise God, I do!
I lose the sin and sorrow
Which was all I ever knew.
I lose the days spent seeking joy,
The long nights full of tears;
I lose the heavy burdens
Which I carried through the years.
But, friend, I would not have them back
For all that you could pay!
My life was not worth living
Till the Savior came my way.
AUGUST