Scripture Verse

I pray that you…may have power…to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ. Ephesians 3:17–18


Anna B. Warner

Words: An­na B. War­ner, 1860; re­frain by Will­iam Brad­bury. First ap­peared in the no­vel Say and Seal, by War­ner’s sis­ter Su­san (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: J. B. Lip­pin­cott, 1860), Vol­ume 2, pag­es 115–16. She want­ed a song for a Sun­day School teach­er to sing to a dy­ing boy, and asked An­na to write it.

Music: Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry, 1862 (🔊 pdf nwc).

William B. Bradbury


The Rev. Dr. Ja­cob Cham­ber­lain, who for ma­ny years has been work­ing among the Hin­dus, writes as fol­lows re­gard­ing this hymn, long one of the most po­pu­lar child­ren’s songs in the world: “Ma­ny years ago I trans­lat­ed in­to Tel­e­gu the child­ren’s hymn, ‘Je­sus loves me’ and taught it to the child­ren of our day-school.

Scarcely a week later, as I was go­ing through the nar­row streets of the na­tive town on horse­back, I heard sing­ing that sounded na­tur­al, down a side street. I stopped to lis­ten, cau­tious­ly draw­ing up to the cor­ner, where un­ob­served I could look down the street and see and hear.

And there was a lit­tle hea­then boy, with hea­then men and wo­men stand­ing around him, sing­ing away at the top of his voice: ‘Je­sus loves me this I know…’ As he com­plet­ed the verse some one asked the question: ‘Son­ny, where did you learn that song?’ ‘Ov­er at the Mis­sion­a­ry School,’ was the an­swer.

‘Who is that Je­sus, and what is the Bi­ble?’ ‘Oh! the Bi­ble is the book from God, they say, to teach us how to get to hea­ven, and Jesus is the name of the di­vine Re­deem­er that came in­to the world to save us from our sins; that is what the mis­sion­ar­ies say.’ ‘Well, the song is a nice one. Come, sing us some more.’

And so the lit­tle boy went on—a hea­then him­self, and sing­ing to the heathen—about Je­sus and his love.

‘That is preach­ing the Gos­pel by proxy,’ I said to my­self, as I turned my po­ny and rode away, well sa­tis­fied to leave my lit­tle proxy to tell his in­ter­est­ed au­di­ence all he him­self knew, and sing to them ov­er and ov­er that sweet song of sal­va­tion.”

Sankey, pp. 179–80

In 1891, when my grand­fa­ther, Rev. Har­u­tune S. Jen­an­yan, took his wife and lit­tle daugh­ter on a per­il­ous and dan­ger­ous mis­sion­ary jour­ney from Tar­sus, Asia Mi­nor, the city of St. Paul, to Si­vas in Ar­me­nia [now Tur­key], they tra­velled on horse-back through rob­ber-in­fest­ed coun­try for four­teen days.

Two of the lead­ing rob­ber chiefs on that ter­ri­to­ry were Chol­lo, whose name cast ter­ror on ev­ery side since he had suc­cess­ful­ly evad­ed pur­su­ing Gov­ern­ment forc­es for ma­ny months, and Ka­ra Ag­ha, a fa­mous Koor­ish chief, whose name caused ev­en the fear­some Chol­lo to trem­ble.

Harutune took his small par­ty di­rect­ly in­to the heart of Ka­ra Ag­ha’s coun­try, tell­ing those he met en­route that he was go­ing to be Ag­ha’s guest in his own vil­lage.

When they reached the brig­and’s head-quar­ters, the mis­sion­ary asked that they be re­ceived as guests for the night.

The sur­prised rob­ber chief gave them ac­com­mo­da­tions, en­tertain­ing Har­u­tune in his own spa­cious tent while his wife, He­lene, and their lit­tle daught­er, Grace were cared for in an­oth­er tent by the wo­men of the vi­llage.

The next morn­ing, be­fore taking their leave, the mis­sion­a­ry asked for per­mis­sion to read a por­tion of the Ho­ly Scrip­ture, and then of­fered a prayer.

Seeing that the chief was some­what af­fect­ed, he then said, Do you wish to have the lit­tle child sing for you? The chief re­plied, Oh yes; can she?

Then lit­tle Grace, on­ly three-and-a-half years old, came for­ward and stood be­fore the tall old man and sang two songs she had re­cent­ly learned in the Sun­day School in Tar­sus, sing­ing them in the na­tive tongue, Je­sus loves me, this I know and I want to be an an­gel.

The chief was so deep­ly touched, that he sent his own son, Bek­keer Ag­ha, mount­ed on a hand­some Ara­bi­an steed, to lead the small mis­sion­a­ry par­ty through the rest of his ter­ri­to­ry.

Emurian, p. 61


Jesus loves me—this I know,
For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong—
They are weak, but He is strong.


Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.

Jesus loves me—He who died
Heaven’s gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let His little child come in.


Jesus loves me—loves me still,
Though I’m very weak and ill;
From His shining throne on high
Comes to watch me where I lie.


Jesus loves me—He will stay
Close beside me all the way,
Then His little child will take
Up to Heaven for His dear sake.