My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine; for thee all the follies of sin I resign. My gracious
Redeemer, my Savior art Thou; if ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.
I love Thee because Thou has first loved me, and purchased my pardon on Calvary's tree. I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow; if ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.
I'll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death, and praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath. And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow: "If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now."
In mansions of glory and endless delight, I'll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright; I'll sing with the glittering crown on my brow: "If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now!"
Words by William R. Featherstone, 1842-1870 (written while a teenager)