My J-esus I l-ove Thee
I kn-ow Thou art m-ine
For Th-ee all the f-ollies, of sin, I
res-ign
My gr-acious Red-eemer
My S-avior art Th-ou
If e-ver I l-oved Thee, my J-esus ‘tis
n-ow
I l-ove Thee bec-ause Thou, hast first loved me
And p-urchased my p-ardon, on Calvary’s tree
I l-ove Thee for w-earing, thorns on Thy br-ow
If e-ver I l-oved Thee, my Jesus ‘tis
n-ow
(Ha-ha, ha ha-ha, ha-ha, ha ha-ha)
‘Tis n-ow
(Ha-ha, ha ha-ha)
In m-ansions of gl-ory, and e-ndless delight
I’ll e-ver ad-ore Thee, in h-eaven so bright
I will s-ing with the gl-ittering, crown on my br-ow
If e-ver I l-oved Thee, my J-esus ‘tis
n-ow
(Ha ah ha, ah ha a-h)
‘Tis n-ow
(Ha ah ha, ah ha a-h)
‘Tis n-ow
(Ha ah ha, ah ha a-h)
‘T-is n-ow
(Ha ah ha, ah ha a-h)
(Ha ah ha, ah ha a-h)
‘Tis n-ow
(Ha ah ha, ah ha a-h)
‘Tis n-ow
(Ha ah ha, ah ha a-h)
(Ha ah ha, ah ha a-h)
