Jesus lived, and loved, and died, Rose, and lives to intercede; And with Zion on his breast, He has said he’ll ever rest. Long before this world was made, Or that monster, Sin, appeared, God was love, and loved the men He designed to redeem. Love constrained the Lamb to die, For a wretch so vile as I; Love, immensely great and free, Christ has shown to worthless me. Once I rolled in guilt and sin, Heeded not a heart unclean; But I now with wonder tell, Jesus saved my soul from hell.
