I Cannot Tell How Precious

I can­not tell how pre­cious

The Sav­ior is to me

Since I have Him ac­cept­ed

And He hath made me free;

I can­not tell His good­ness

Enough to sa­tis­fy;

And if you’ll on­ly take Him

You’ll see the rea­son why.

I can­not tell how pre­cious

The Sav­ior is to me;

I on­ly can en­treat you

To come

and taste and see.

I can­not do for Je­sus

As much as I should like;

But I will e’er en­dea­vor

To work with all my might;

For

was not my dear Sav­ior

For sin­ners cru­ci­fied?

For me

then sure­ly

Je­sus

Hung on the cross and died.

Whene’er I think of Je­sus

I can­not but re­joice;

To me He’s ev­er pre­cious

For Him I raise my voice:

I know He has in glo­ry

A home pre­pared for me

Where I shall live for­ev­er

So hap­py

and so free.