How Can I but Love Him?

So ten­der

so pre­cious

My Sav­ior to me;

So true and so gra­cious

I’ve found Him to be;

How can I but love Him?

But love Him

but love Him?

There’s no friend ab­ove Him

Poor sin­ner

for thee.

So pa­tient

so kind­ly

Tow’rd all of my ways;

I blun­der so blind­ly

He love still re­pays;

Of all friends the fair­est

And tru­est is He;

His love is the rar­est

That ev­er can be.

His beau­ty

tho’ bleed­ing

And cir­cled with thorns

Is then most ex­ceed­ing

For grief Him ad­orns.