There is nought in this world that I long to see,
But my Saviour who doeth all things for me;
It is of His love to speak I am bold,
For Jesus my Shepherd has brought to His fold
One who so sinful and wandering astray,
Did heed not the Shepherd’s voice, went its own way,
Yet in love did that Shepherd on Calvary’s tree
Shed His own life’s blood to ransom e’en me;
And now in that day which is coming so soon
With all the redeemed ones that are His own
I shall be there and His worthy name praise—
My own precious Redeemer—for me He hath saved.