Chief of sinners though I be
Jesus shed His blood for me
Died that I might live on high
Died that I might never die
As the branch is to the vine
I am His, and He is mine
O the height of Jesus’ love!
Higher than the heaven above
Deeper than the deepest sea
Lasting as eternity
Love that found me—wondrous thought!
Found me when I sought Him not!

Jesus only can impart
Balm to heal the smitten heart
Peace that flows from sin forgiven
Joy that lifts the soul to heaven
Faith and hope to walk with God
In the way that enoch trod

Chief of sinners though I be
Christ is all in all to me
All my wants to Him are known
All my sorrows are His own
Safe with Him from earthly strife
He sustains the hidden life

O my savior, help afford
By Thy spirit and thy word!
When my wayward heart would stray
Keep me in the narrow way
Grace in time of need supply
While I live and when I die