He Will Always Be Precious

I am cling­ing to Je­sus

my won­der­ful friend

Who has pro­mised to guide ev­en unto the end;

He will keep me

I know

al­ways hap­py and free

And will al­ways be grow­ing more pre­cious to me.

He will al­ways be pre­cious to me

He will al­ways be pre­cious to me;

More and more I will cling

More and more work and sing

He will al­ways be pre­cious to me.

I will sing of His mer­cy and glo­ri­ous love

Till I praise and adore Him with an­gels above;

And the world my great love for my Sav­ior shall see

He will al­ways be grow­ing more pre­cious to me.

In that beau­ti­ful coun­try of love and de­light

Where the crown will be giv­en when faith ends in sight;

In my man­sion of glo­ry and rest by the sea

He will al­ways be grow­ing more pre­cious to me.