1 Chief of sinners tho' I be,
Jesus shed His blood for me;
Died that I might live on high,
Lived that I might never die.
As the branch is to the vine,
I am His and He is mine.

2 O the hight of Jesus' love!
Higher than the heavens above,
Deeper than the depths of sea,
Lasting to eternity;
Love that found me, wondrous thought!
Found me when I sought Him not.

3 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.

4 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.

5 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.