So ten­der, so pre­cious,
My Sav­ior to me;
So true and so gra­cious,
I’ve found Him to be;

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How can I but love Him?
But love Him, but love Him?
There’s no friend above Him,
Poor sin­ner, for thee.

So pa­tient, so kind­ly
Tow’rd all of my ways;
I blun­der so blind­ly,
He love still re­pays;

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Of all friends the fair­est
And tru­est is He;
His love is the rar­est,
That ev­er can be.

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His beau­ty, tho’ bleed­ing
And cir­cled with thorns,
Is then most ex­ceed­ing,
For grief Him ad­orns.

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