With Jesus I would ever be, his matchless name, adore.
He’s done so very much for me, I want to love him more.
I want to love him more, I want to love him more,
I want to love him more, I do, I do, I do.
I want to love him more, I want to love him more,
He’s done so much for me.
He died upon the cruel tree. Our load of guilt He bore.
He suffered shame for you and me. I want to love him more.
His children he will not forsake, when troubles press them sore.
But in their soul sweet peace awakes, I want to love him more.
O Prince of life, sweet Prince of peace Who dwelt on earth below;
My faith in Him will never cease, I want to love Him more.
