Jesus loves me-this I know,
For the Bible tells me so:
Little ones to him belong,-
They are weak, but he is strong.
Jesus loves me-he who died,
Heaven's gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let his little child come in.
And The Bible's accurate every time,
Beyond any reason or rhyme,
Prophecies, histories, sciences too,
This is the thing almost no one knew.
Jesus loves me-loves me still,
Though I'm very weak and ill;
From his shining throne on high,
Comes to watch me where I lie.
Jesus loves me-he will stay,
Close beside me all the way.
Then his little child will take,
Up to heaven for his dear sake.
And The Bible's accurate every time,
Beyond any reason or rhyme,
Prophecies, histories, sciences too,
This is the thing almost no one knew.