First Line: The love that Jesus had for me,

The love that Jesus had for me,
To suffer on the cruel tree.
That I a ransomed soul might be,
Is more than tongue can tell !

His love is more than tongue can tell ! . . .
His love is more than tongue can tell ! . . .
The love that Jesus had for me
Is more than tongue can tell I

2 The bitter sorrow that He bore,
And oh, that crown of thorns He
That I might live for evermore, [wore,
Is more than tongue can tell !

3 The peace I have in Him, my Lord,
Who pleads before the throne of God,
The merit of His precious blood,
Is more than tongue can tell !

4 The joy that comes when He is near,
The rest He gives, so free from fear,
The hope in Him, so bright and clear,
Is more than tongue can tell !