1. Chief of sinners though I be,
    Jesus shed His blood for me;
    Died that I might live on high,
    Died that I might never die;
    As the brance is to the vine,
    I am His, and He is mine.
  2. O the height of Jesus’ love!
    Higher than the heaven above,
    Deeper than the deepest sea,
    Lasting as eternity;
    Love that found me-wondrous thought!
    Found me when I sought Him not!
  3. Chief of sinners though I be,
    Christ is all in all to me;
    All my wants to Him are known,
    All my sorrows are His own;
    Safe with Him from earthly strife,
    He sustains the hidden life.