1 Many years, my Savior,
Thou didst call for me;
Heeding not Thy loving call,
I wandered far from Thee.
Thro’ troubles and afflictions
I saw Thy beauty fair,
And now I’m telling others
Of how He loves to care;
And now I’m telling others
Of how He loves to care.

2 I became a wand’rer
On the desert drear;
Tho’ I searched this wide world o’er,
Still there was naught to cheer.
Then Jesus in compassion
My loneliness didst share,
And now I’m telling others
Of how He loves to care;
And now I’m telling others
Of how He loves to care.

3 Jesus, Thou hast saved me,
I belong to Thee;
Now this contrite heart desires
To sing Thy victory,
Of Thy great love for sinners,
In darkness and despair.
Praise God, I’m telling others
Of how He loves to care;
Praise God, I’m telling others
Of how He loves to care.