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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