Chief Of Sinners

Chief of sinners though I be,

Jesus shed His blood for me;

Died that I might live on high,

Died that I might never die;

As the branch is to the vine,

I am His, and He is mine.

O the height of Jesus' love!

Higher than the Heaven above;

Deeper than the deepest 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 from sin forgiven,

Joy that lifts the soul to Heaven;

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 narrow way;

Grace in time of need supply

While I live and when I die.