My Jesus, I love thee; I know thou art mine; for thee all the follies of sin I resign; my gracious Redeemer, my Savior art thou; if ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.
I love thee because thou hast first loved me and purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree; I love thee for wearing the thorns on thy brow; if ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.
I'll love thee in life, I will love thee in death, and praise thee as long as thou lendest me breath; and say, when the death-dew lies cold on my brow: "If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now."
In mansions of glory and endless delight, I'll ever adore thee in heaven so bright; I'll sing with the glittering crown on my brow: "If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now."