O Jesus My Savior

O, Jesus, my Savior, I know Thou art mine;

For Thee all the pleasures of sin I resign;

Of objects most pleasing I love Thee the best;

Without Thee I’m wretched, but with Thee I’m blest.

The Spirit first taught me to know I was blind,

Then taught me the way of salvation to find;

And when I was sinking in gloomy despair,

Thy mercy relieved me and bid me not fear.

In vain I attempt to describe what I feel;

The language of mortals or angels would fail;

My Jesus is precious, my soul’s in a flame;

I’m raised to a rapture while praising His name.