When I think of Je­sus’ love,
Jesus, bless­èd Je­sus;
How He came from Heav’n above,
Then do I love Je­sus.
When I know He died for me,
On the hill of Cal­va­ry,
Died to set my spi­rit free,
Then do I love Je­sus.

When I feel my sins for­giv’n,
Jesus, bless­èd Je­sus;
When I read or sing of Heav’n,
Then do I love Je­sus;
When He bids me come and rest,
On His kind and lov­ing breast,
When my long­ing heart is blest,
Then do I love Je­sus.

When He sends His Spi­rit down,
Jesus, bless­èd Je­sus;
When He points to harp and crown,
Then do I love Je­sus;
When my tri­als all are o’er,
When I reach the oth­er shore,
There to dwell for­ev­er­more,
Then will I love Je­sus.