If ever I loved, sure I love thee, my Lord,
I love thy dear people, thy ways and thy word;
I love all creation, I love sinners too,
Since Jesus has died to redeem them from woe.
In vain I attempt to describe what I feel;
The language of mortals for ever must fail;
My Jesus is precious, my soul’s all a flame,
I’m raised into rapture by praising his name.
When happy in Christ, I regard not the proud,
Tho’ sinners despise me for singing so loud,
For death will soon call me, and then I shall fly,
To praise my dear Jesus, in mansions on high.