O How He Loves Me

by Johnson Oatman, Jr.

I have a Friend, a precious Friend,
O how he loves me;
He says his love will never end,
O how he loves me.

Why he should come, I cannot tell,
O how he loves me;
In my poor broken heart to dwell,
O how he loves me.

He died to save my soul from death,
O how he loves me;
I'll praise him while he gives me breath,
O how he loves me.

He walks with me along life's road,
O how he loves me;
He carries ev'ry heavy load,
O how he loves me.

He has a home prepared for me,
O how he loves me;
With him I'll spend eternity,
O how he loves me.

Chorus

O how he loves me,
O how he loves me;
I know not why,
I only cry,
O how he loves me.