295 Chief of Sinners


# 295 Chief of Sinners
1. 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.
2. 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!
3. 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.


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