My song shall be of Je­sus;
His mercy crowns my days,
He fills my cup with blessings,
And tunes my heart to praise;
My song shall be of Je­sus,
The precious Lamb of God;
Who gave Himself my ransom,
And bought me with His blood.

My song shall be of Je­sus;
When, sitting at His feet,
I call to mind His goodness,
In meditation sweet;
My song shall be of Je­sus,
Whatever ill betide;
I’ll sing the grace that saves me,
And keeps me at His side.

My song shall be of Je­sus,
While pressing on my way
To reach the blissful region
Of pure and perfect day.
And when my soul shall enter
The gate of Eden fair,
A song of praise to Je­sus
I’ll sing for­ev­er there.