I don’t know how He loved so vile a sinner ~
Before I even knew, or made response,
I only know He took an awful beating
And died for me upon a cruel cross.
Now, when I think of golden streets He’s offered ~
No cost to me, save only just believe ~
I count His name most precious and most sacred;
I love and trust all from His heart received.
It didn’t take me long, once I had heard it,
He loved a love He thought worth dying for;
And so for me, with life made richer, fuller;
I found a Love ~ a Love worth living for.
