I Love to Sing of That Great Power

I love to sing of that great Pow­er

That made the earth and sea;

But bet­ter still

I love the song

Of Je­sus died for me.

I love to sing of shrub and flow­er

Of field and plant and tree;

But sweet­er note for ev­er is

That Je­sus died for me.

I love to think of an­gels’ songs

From sin and sor­row free;

But an­gels can­not strike their notes

To Je­sus died for me.

I love to speak of God

of Heav­en

And all its pur­ity;

God is my Fa­ther

Heav­en my home

For Je­sus died for me.

And when I reach that hap­py place

From all temp­ta­tion free

I’ll tune my ev­er rap­tur­ous notes

With Je­sus died for me.