Do You Wonder That I Love Him


Do you wonder that I love him?
That he is so dear to me?
That II hold no friend above him?
That I strive his child to be?
He’s the dearest friend to me
That my soul shall ever see;
For he died, I know, to save from woe
A wicked wretch like me.
Do you wonder that I love him?
That he is so dear to me?
That II hold no friend above him?
That I strive his child to be?

Do you wonder at the pleasure
That in Jesus’ name I find?
That I count it dearer treasure
Than the joys of earth combined?
‘Tis the dearest name to me
That in earth or heaven can be;
When I take my care to God in prayer,
That name is ample plea.
Do you wonder at the pleasure
That in Jesus’ name I find?
That I count it dearer treasure
Than the joys of earth combined?

Do you wonder that I labor
‘Mid the hedges on the way?
That I seek my friend and neighbor
Who has gone in sin astray?
‘Tis the dearest work to me
That I earth or heaven can be;
When from sin they cease, accept God’s peace,
‘Tis joy enough for me.
Do you wonder that I labor
‘Mid the hedges on the way?
That I seek my friend and neighbor
Who has gone in sin astray?

Do you wonder that I’m yearning
In my heavenly home to be?
That my heart is ever turning
To that city o’er the sea?
‘Tis a home prepared for me
Where from sin I shall be free;
I shall see his face and prize the grace;
In his likeness I shall be.
Do you wonder that I’m yearning
In my heavenly home to be?
That my heart is ever turning
To that city o’er the sea?