So tender, so precious.
My Savior to me;
So true, and so gracious,
I've found him to be.

Ref. -- How can I but love him?
But love him, but love him?
There's no friend above him,
Poor sinner, for thee.

2 So patient, so kindly
Toward all of my ways;
I blunder so blindly,
He love still repays.

3 Of all friends the fairest
And truest is he;
His love is the rarest,
That ever can be.

4 His beauty, tho' bleeding
And circled with thorns,
Is then most exceeding;
For grief him adorns.

J.E. Rankin, D.D.