So Tender, So Precious

Verse 1

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

Chorus

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

Verse 2

So patient, so kindly T’ward all of my ways; I blunder so blindly— He love still repays.

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

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