Chief of sinners though I be,
Jesus shed his blood for me,
Died that I might live on high,
Loved that I might never die.
As the branch is to the vine,
I am his, and he is mine.

Oh, the height of Jesus' love!
Higher than the heav'ns above,
Deeper than the depths of 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 on sin forgiv'n
joy that lifts the soul to heav'n;
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 arrow way;
Grace in time or need supply
While I live and when I die.