I Love to Sing of that Great Power

I love to sing of that great Power
That made the earth and sea;
But better still, I love the song
Of Jesus died for me.

I love to sing of shrub and flower,
Of field and plant and tree;
But sweeter note for ever is,
That Jesus died for me.

I love to think of angels’ songs,
From sin and sorrow free;
But angels cannot strike their notes
To Jesus died for me.

I love to speak of God, of Heaven,
And all its purity;
God is my Father, Heaven my home,
For Jesus died for me.

And when I reach that happy place,
From all temptation free,
I’ll tune my ever rapturous notes
With Jesus died for me.

Words: Samuel Alman