Chief of sinners though I be, Jesus shed his blood for me;
Died that I might live on high, lived that I might never die,
As the branch is to the vine, I am his, and he is mine.
Oh, the height of Jesus’ love, higher than the heavens above,
Deeper than the depths of sea, lasting as eternity.
Love that found me–wondrous thought!–found me when I sought him not.
Only Jesus can impart comfort to a wounded heart;
Peace that flows from sin forgiven, joy that lifts the soul to heaven;
Faith and hope to walk with God in the way that Enoch trod.
Chief of sinner though I be, Christ is all in all to me;
All my wants to him are known, all my sorrows are his own.
Safe with him from earthly strife, I await the heavenly life.
Strengthen me. O gracious Lord by your Spirit and your word!
When my wayward heart would stray, keep me in the narrow way;
Grace in time of need supply while I live and when I die.
~ by William McComb
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