Chief of Sinners

1Chief of sinners though I be,
Jesus shed His blood for me;
Died that I might live on high,
Died that I might never die;

RefrainAs the branch is to the vine,
I am His, and He is mine.
Love that found me—wondrous thought!
Found me when I sought Him not;
Safe with Him from earthly strife,
He sustains the hidden life.

2O the height of Jesus' love!
Higher than the heaven above,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
Lasting as eternity;

3Chief 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;