Thrills

All that thrills my soul is Jesus.
He is more than life to me;
and the fairest of ten thousand,
in my blessed Lord I see.

Who can cheer the heart like Jesus,
By His presence all divine?
True and tender, pure and precious,
O how blest to call Him mine!

Love of Christ so freely given;
Grace of God beyond degree,
Mercy higher than the heaven;
Deeper than the deepest sea!

What a wonderful redemption!
Never can a mortal know;
How my sin, tho red like crimson;
Can be whiter than the snow.

Every need His hand supplying;
Ev'ry good in Him I see,
On His strength divine relying;
He is all in all to me.

By the crystal flowing river;
With the ransomed I will sing,
And forever and forever;
Praise and glorify my King!