Lord Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine

Lord Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the pleasures of sin I resign;
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou,
If ever I loved Thee, Lord Jesus, ’tis now.
I love Thee, because Thou hast 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, Lord 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, Lord Jesus, ’tis now.
In ages eternal of endless delight
I’ll ever adore Thee in glory so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, Lord Jesus, ’tis now.

The author was 16 when he wrote this hymn.


Abuja, Nigeria

I woke up with this hymn playing in my mind. Had to search for the full lyrics. This is my prayer Lord! Thank God for such a hymn of consecration.

Judi Keller

Spfld, IL, United States

I love this hymn. The Lord laid it on my heart this morning and I had to listen to it. There is nothing that can compare to these old hymns. I learned these growing up and they are really ministering to my heart now. I am so thankful for my heritage. These are ringing in my heart today. Keep them coming. God Bless you richly. Thankful for these powerful words that speak volumes into my life and countless others. Thank You Jesus

Glory Toyin

Gboko, Benue, Nigeria

Nothing like, "I loved Him," loving Him is NOW!

Eileen Vincent

San Antonio, TX, United States

I woke this morning singing this and had to find all the words. The sweet simplicity of tune and words drew me deeply into His wonderful presence. Praise You Lord Jesus!


Chatsworth, California, United States

Oh the sweet presence of Jesus! What a King, what a Friend, what a Redeemer!

Jo Williams

The closer I get to Him the more precious this song - music and words - are to me.

Anne Ogutu

Irving, TX, United States

It is my prayer that when Jesus comes back to take us with Him. William Ralf Featherstone will hear the trumpet sound from his grave where he is sleeping and behold the face of Jesus. The one he truly loved. This hymn is a blessing to me!!!!!


TX, United States

Thank you for posting this sweet hymn I learned as a child. I awoke this morning, away from home, and wanted to hear it, and enjoyed it so much. I do lovee Thee Lord Jesus!

Steve Miller

Detroit, MI, United States

William Featherston(e) was born in Montreal, Canada, the son of Wesleyan Methodist parents. It is believed that he wrote this hymn in 1862 at the age of 16 right after his conversion. Information on William Featherstone is scarce. Apparently he sent this hymn to his aunt in Los Angeles, who encouraged him to have it published. Mysteriously, it appeared anonymously in "The London Hymnbook", published in 1864. It is reported that the original poem in the boyish handwriting is still cherished by the family. Featherstone died at the early age of 27. The simplicity of loving the Lord in youth is demonstrated in this hymn. - Songs of the Spirit by Martin


The original says "My Jesus" instead of "Lord Jesus" throughout.

In the 1st stanza the original said "follies" instead of "pleasures".

The last stanza, 1st 2 lines says:

In mansions of glory and endless delight,

I'll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;

Steve Miller

Detroit, MI, United States

A Protestant Episcopal Bi­shop of Mi­chi­gan once re­lat­ed the fol­low­ing in­ci­dent to a large au­di­ence in one of the Rev. E. P. Ham­mond’s meet­ings in St. Lou­is. “A young, tal­ent­ed and ten­der-heart­ed ac­tress was pass­ing along the street of a large ci­ty. See­ing a pale, sick girl ly­ing up­on a couch just with­in the half-open door of a beau­ti­ful dwell­ing, she en­tered, with the thought that by her vi­va­ci­ty and plea­sant con­ver­sa­tion she might cheer the young in­va­lid. The sick girl was a de­vot­ed Christ­ian, and her words, her pa­tience, her sub­mis­sion and hea­ven-lit coun­te­nance, so dem­on­strat­ed the spir­it of her re­li­gion that the ac­tress was led to give some ear­nest thought to the claims of Christ­i­an­i­ty, and was tho­rough­ly con­vert­ed, and be­came a true fol­low­er of Christ.

She told her fa­ther, the lead­er of the the­a­ter troupe, of her con­ver­sion, and of her de­sire to aban­don the stage, stat­ing that she could not live a con­sis­tent Christ­ian life and fol­low the life of an ac­tress. Her fa­ther was as­ton­ished be­yond mea­sure, and told his daugh­ter that their liv­ing would be lost to them and their bu­si­ness ru­ined, if she per­sist­ed in her re­so­lu­tion. Lov­ing her fa­ther dear­ly, she was shak­en some­what in her pur­pose, and par­tial­ly con­sent­ed to fill the pub­lished en­gage­ment to be met in a few days. She was the star of the troupe, and a gen­er­al fa­vo­rite. Ev­ery prep­a­ra­tion was made for the play in which she was to ap­pear. The ev­en­ing came and the fa­ther re­joiced that he had won back his daugh­ter, and that their liv­ing was not to be lost. The hour ar­rived; a large au­di­ence had as­sem­bled. The cur­tain rose, and the young ac­tress stepped for­ward firm­ly amid the ap­plause of the mul­ti­tude.

But an un­wont­ed light beamed from her beau­ti­ful face. Amid the breath­less si­lence of the au­di­ence, she re­peat­ed:

‘My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;

For Thee all the follies of sin I resign;

My gracious Redeemer, my Saviour art Thou;

If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.’

This was all. Through Christ she had con­quered and, leav­ing the au­di­ence in tears, she re­tired from the stage, ne­ver to ap­pear up­on it again. Through her in­flu­ence her fa­ther was con­vert­ed, and through their unit­ed evan­gel­is­tic la­bors ma­ny were led to God.” - Sankey's Story of the Gospel Hymns