I am Jesus’ lamb;
O, how safe I am!
Folded by His strong, kind arm,
I can never suffer harm.
Jesus left His throne,
And to earth came down,
Came to seek and save the lost,
Though His precious blood it cost.
I was full of sin,
Very black within;
Jesus’ blood has washed me now
Whiter than the whitest snow.
All along the way,
Lest my feet should stray,
He, the tender Shepherd, leads,
And His little lamb He feeds.
When His home I share,
In the glory fair,
Then my lips will sing His praise
Evermore through endless days.
ML 11/02/1924