The Son of God is more to me
Than all the world could ever be,
Because He died on Calvary's tree
From sin and death to set me free.

I was so much to Him, He came
To save from hell, from sin and shame.
Now, blessed be His matchless name,
I love His glories to proclaim,
And own o'er me His righteous claim.

His love to me
Is like the sea-
Fathomless;
My love to Him
Is faint and dim-
Shallowness.

As the slender fragile vine
Doth the massive oak entwine,
My soul to Christ doth cling-
My strength, my all, in Him is found.
In Him I've all things, and abound;
Well may I then with triumph sing.

C. C. Crowston