When I Think Of Him Who Hath Loved Me So


When I think of Him who hath lov’d me so,
Who left His home for this vale of woe,
Was cradled in a manger low,
O it’s a precious old story!

Refrain:
O the dear old story, the precious story,
That fills my heart with grace and glory,
The sweetest song in heav’n I’ll sing,
‘Twill be the old, old story!

How He heal’d the sick and restor’d the blind,
And cheer’d the heart that in sorrow pin’d,
The tender Saviour, loving kind,
O it’s a precious old story! [Refrain]

As wearied He sat at Samaria’s well,
The story of love did sweetly tell,
His gracious words of mercy fell,
O it’s a precious old story! [Refrain]

My griefs He carried, my sorrows bore,
His brow was scarr’d by the thorns He wore,
But now He reigns for evermore,
O it’s a precious old story! [Refrain]