L. N. Morris
Of Jesus’ love that sought me,
When I was lost in sin;
Of wondrous grace that brought me
Back to His fold again;
Of heights and depths of mercy,
Far deeper than the sea,
And higher than the heavens,
My theme shall ever be.
Sweeter as the years go by,
Sweeter as the years go by,
Richer, fuller, deeper,
Jesus’ love is sweeter,
Sweeter as the years go by.
2
He trod in old Judea
Life’s pathway long ago;
The people thronged about Him
His saving grace to know;
He healed the brokenhearted,
And caused the blind to see;
And still His great heart yearneth
In love for even me.
3
’Twas wondrous love which led Him
For us to suffer loss—
To bear without a murmur
The anguish of the cross;
With saints redeemed in glory
Let us our voices raise,
Till heaven and earth re-echo
With our Redeemer’s praise.
