I CANNOT TELL

I cannot tell how much my Saviour loves me -

Love led Him to the uttermost to save,

To bless, to heal, to ransom and to free me;

His love has set me free to be His slave.

I cannot tell how much the Shepherd loves me -

His way was far too hard, His woes too deep

For any other man to comprehend them;

But through them He secured me as His sheep.

I cannot tell how much the Bridegroom loves me

With love which longs to have me at His side;

He cherishes and nourishes me always

As I am part of His resplendent bride.