My Jesus I Love Thee

I pulled out some “old” CD’s the other day and started listening to them. One of the songs was “My Jesus I Love Thee.” I had to stop and ask myself, “In the midst of this time of stopping and resting, when it sometimes is hard to see what is to come, can I truly say, ‘My Jesus I Love Thee?”

We are told many times in the Bible to:

Deuteronomy 6:5 and you are to love Adonai your God with all your heart, all your being and all your resources.

So often we focus on the love God has for us and we tend to “forget” that the first commandment is to “LOVE the Lord your God…” We sing songs that remind us of all He has done for us, but we fail to sing a love song back to Him.

This hymn does that. I see it as a love song to Jesus. We give Him the glory He deserves when we sing it. We truly worship Him.

From the little bit of research I did about this hymn, I found out that it was written by a young man who was either 12 or 16 when he wrote it. He died at the age of 27 (Wikipedia did not say cause of death). Obviously this young man had thoughts of seeing Christ and loving Him in every circumstance that he faced. He knew the Promises of mansions and endless glory.

Are we holding to those Promises? Are we ready to LOVE with ALL the breath we have?

May this hymn bring refreshing LOVE to your soul and may you SING with everything you have to the Creator Who LOVES YOU! By bringing Him honor and worship YOU will be blessed in return.

Shabbat Shalom,

Rose Horton

My Jesus, I Love Thee

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.

William Ralph Featherston, 1864

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