The more I think of Jesus and His wondrous love

1 The more I think of Jesus
And His wondrous love revealed,
The more my heart with rapture thrills,
It cannot be concealed;
My soul o’erflows with gratitude,
I cannot help but sing
Love’s praises for God’s precious Lamb,
My Lord, my coming King.

Refrain:
The more I think of Jesus,
The more I think of Him,
The more He satisfied my heart,
While things of earth grow dim.

2 I think of days so sinful,
Before I knew my Lord;
My lost estate, my empty life,
Which could no peace afford;
A broken law, a righteous Judge,
An endless hell to shun,
It makes me love my Savior more,
Because of what He’s done. [Refrain]

3 The more I think of Jesus,
As He suffered on the tree,
And feel that He was dying there,
My Lord, on Calvary;
It seems my heart would fain stand still,
My scalding tears fast fall,
When I, while prostrate at His feet,
Behold my Lord, my all. [Refrain]

4 The more I think of Jesus,
As upon His Father’s throne
He intercedes on my behalf—
So guilty and undone;
My eyes look up with confidence
The more I hail the day,
When He appears in mighty pow’r,
To take His Bride away. [Refrain]

Source: Glad Tidings in Song #72

• MIDI file from Glad Tidings in Song #72