My Jesus I love Thee I know Thou art mine For Thee all the follies of sin I resign My gracious Redeemer My Savior art Thou If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now I love Thee because Thou hast first loved me And purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died My richest gain I count but loss And pour contempt on all my pride See, from his head, his hands, his feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down Did e'er such love, such sorrow meet Or thorns compose so rich a crown Were the whole realm of nature mine That were an present far too small Love so amazing, love so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now