Chief of sinners though I be,
Jesus shed His blood for me;
Died that I might live on high,
Died that I might never die;
As the branch is to the vine,
I am His, and He is mine.

O the height of Jesus’ love!
Higher than the Heaven above;
Deeper than the deepest sea,
Lasting as eternity;
Love that found me—wondrous thought!
Found me when I sought Him not!

Jesus only can impart
Balm to heal the smitten heart;
Peace that flows from sin forgiven,
Joy that lifts the soul to Heaven;
Faith and hope to walk with God
In the way that Enoch trod.

Chief 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;
Safe with Him from earthly strife,
He sustains the hidden life.

O my Savior, help afford
By Thy Spirit and Thy Word!
When my wayward heart would stray,
Keep me in the narrow way;
Grace in time of need supply
While I live and when I die.

O Christ, Redeemer of our race,
Thou Brightness of the Father’s face,
Of Him, and with Him ever One,
Ere times and seasons had begun.

Thou art that very Light of Light,
Unfailing hope in sin’s dark night,
Hear Thou the prayers Thy people pray,
The wide world o’er, this blessèd day.

Remember, Lord of life and grace,
How once, to save a ruined race,
Thou didst our very flesh assume
In Mary’s undefilèd womb.

Today, as year by year its light
Sheds o’er the world a radiance bright,
One precious truth is echoed on,
“’Tis Thou hast saved us, Thou alone.”

Thou from the Father’s throne didst come
To call His banished children home;
And Heav’n, and earth, and sea and shore
His love Who sent Thee here adore.

And gladsome too are we today,
Whose guilt Thy blood has washed away;
Redeemed the new made song we sing;
It is the birthday of our King.

O Lord, the Virgin born, to Thee
Eternal praise and glory be,
Whom with the Father we adore
And Holy Ghost forevermore.