I am so glad that our Father in heaven
Tells of His love in the book He has given;
Wonderful things in the Bible I see;
This is the dearest, that Jesus loves me.

I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me;
I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves even me.

Jesus loves me and I know I love Him;
Love brought Him down my poor soul to redeem;
Yes, it was love made Him die on the tree:
Oh, I am certain that Jesus loves me.

If one should ask of me, how can I tell?
Glory to Jesus, I know very well!
God’s Holy Spirit with mine does agree,
Constantly witnessing—Jesus loves me.

Though I forget Him and wander away,
Still He will love me wherever I stray;
Back to His dear, loving arms I will flee,
When I remember that Jesus loves me.

In this assurance I find sweetest rest,
Trusting in Jesus, I know I am blest;
Satan, dismayed, from my soul now does flee,
When I just tell him that Jesus loves me.

Oh, if there’s only one song I can sing
When in His beauty I see the great King!
Then shall my song in eternity be,
“Oh, what a wonder that Jesus loves me!”