Sometimes my heart o’erflows with song,
And then to others how I long
To tell the Saviour’s love to me
That made me His eternally.
For I am saved, with Christ to be,
The Son of God who loved me.
Sometimes my heart is sore distressed,
And all around is but unrest.
But oh, His changeless love to me,
My joy and rest shall ever be.
Sometimes my thoughts to mansions soar,
Where I shall dwell for evermore,
Yes, ’tis His wondrous love to me
Which makes those mansions dear to me.