I’ll sing for Jesus while I’ve breath,
I’ll praise Him when I die;
His lovingkindness after death,
I’ll herald to the sky.
Sweet Savior mine,
I’ll sing of Thy wondrous love,
I’ll serve Thee still,
And I’ll praise Thee up above.
When sinking under sin and grief,
No other help was nigh;
’Twas Jesus came to my relief,
’Twas He who heard my cry.
My troubled soul found sweet repose,
While trusting in His blood,
And from the depths of sin arose,
To dwell with Christ in God.