Jesus Himself

The bless­ings Je­sus gives to me

Are in His love out­poured

But dear­er far than these could be

Is He Him­self

my Lord.

Jesus Him­self with me doth bide

More

more to me than all be­side

Jesus Him­self

Je­sus Him­self

Jesus Him­self

my friend and guide.

My life

my strength are from His hand

Gifts un­de­served and free

Yet more than e’en the life He planned

Is He Him­self to me.

He gave me home with all its love

And life’s true friend­ship here

Yet as a friend all friends ab­ove

The Christ Him­self is dear.

His gift

the gold­en sun­shine glad

Earth joys He doth be­stow

Yet sweet­er

glad­der far it is

The Christ Him­self to know.

And when I reach that ci­ty fair

Agleam with pearl and gold

’Twill be Heav’n’s joy to greet Him there

And He Him­self be­hold.