Jesus loves me, this I know,
Though my hair is white as snow;
Though my sight is growing dim,
Still He bids me trust in Him.
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
The Bible tells me so.
Though my steps are, oh, so slow
With my hand in His I'll go
On through life; let come what may,
He'll be there to lead the way.
When the nights are dark and long,
In my heart He puts a s...
