"Who loved me, and gave himself for me."—
Three little sunbeams, gilding all I see:
Three little chords, each full of melody;
Three little leaves, balm for my agony.
HE loved me, the Father's only Son;
He gave himself, the precious spotless One;
He shed his blood, and thus the work was done.
He LOVED, not merely pitied, here I rest;
Sorrow may come—I to his heart am pressed;
What should I fear while sheltered on his breast!
Wonder of wonders, Jesus loved ME!
Wretched—lest—ruined—sunk in misery.
He sought me—found me—raised me—set me