1 Jesus died my soul to save;
Blessed truth! Blessed truth!
Jesus died my soul to save
From a world of woe.
When he lives on earth a stranger,
He had oft to fly from danger,
That he might the work perform
He had come to do.
2 Jesus had not home on earth;
Mournful truth! mournful truth!
Jesus had no home on earth
He could call his own:
Yet he was the mighty Saviour,
Living in his Father's favor,
'Mid the dark and fearful scenes,
Though he seem'd alone.
3 Jesus is in glory now:
Joyful truth! joyful truth!
Jesus is in glory now,
In the world above:
He has done with tears and sighing,
Earth no more shall see him dying;
Shout, my soul, thy song of praise,
Thou shalt see his love.
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