1 I ought to love my Savior,
He loved me long ago;
Looked on my soul with favor,
When deep in guilt and woe.
And though my sin had grieved Him,
His Father’s law had crossed,
Love drew Him down from heaven,
To seek and save the lost.

2 I ought to love my Savior,
He bore my sin and shame;
From glory to the manger,
On wings of love He came.
He trod this earth in sorrow,
Endured the pains of hell;
That I should not be banished,
But in His glory dwell.

3 I ought to love my Savior,
Upon the cross He died;
Behold the world’s Creator,
“My God, my God,” He cried.
Oh, listen to those accents
Of love divine so free;
“ ’Tis finished!”—my salvation;
Thine shall the glory be.

4 I ought to love my Savior,
He pardoned all my sin;
Then sanctified my nature,
And keeps me pure within.
He fills me with His glory,
And bears my soul above;
This world, oh, wondrous story,
’Tis love, redeeming love.

5 O Christ, I can but love Thee,
What heart could e’er withhold;
A love that cost so dearly,
The off’ring of Thy soul?
O King of love immortal,
Reign in my heart alone;
And flood this earthen temple,
With glory from Thy throne.