Jesus loves me, loves me dearly,
In the cross His love I see;
Nov I hear Him calling clearly,
“Come, come to Me.”
Jesus calls me, O, so sweetly,
Though a little child I be
Lord, I yield myself completely,
Now, now to Thee.
Jesus loves me, Jesus makes me
His own little lamb to be;
Never leaves me, nor forsakes me,
Kind, kind is He.
Jesus loves me, wondrous story,
Soon His lovely face I’ll see,
Soon I’ll sing in brightest glory,
He died for me.
ML 12/10/1939