I've a Saviour, kind and tender, I've a Saviour full of grace, And a smile of winning sweetness Ever beams upon His face: In my heart's shrine of affection He shall hold the highest place.

For my sake He came from heaven To this world of sin and shame; Bore my guilt, though He was guiltless, And though blameless, took my blame: Can I ever cease to love Him, And His goodness to proclaim?

Though I've often been unworthy, He has constant been, and true; Though I wronged Him, He forgave me When I would my vows renew; Though I spumed Him, He with kindness My rebellious heart did woo.

I've a Saviour, kind and tender, He would be your Saviour too; Will you not accept the pardon Which He freely offers you? Take Him now as your Redeemer; Earth has not a friend so true.