Longing (The). The Longing. My Jesus, I Love Thee. Zeneszám

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 has 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

In mansions of Glory and endless delight
I?ll ever adore thee in heaven so bright

I?ll sing with a glittering crown on my brow
If ever I loved thee, My Jesus tis now