Love was when God became a man,
locked in time and space,
without rank or place.

In the morning, when I rise
In the morning, when I rise
In the morning, when I rise
Give me Jesus.

Love was when God became a man,
locked in time and space, without rank or place.
Love was God born of Jewish kin;
Just a carpenter with some fishermen.

Jesus loves me! This I know,
For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong;
They are weak, but He is strong.

Happy the home when God is there,
and love fills every breast;
when one their wish, and one their prayer,
and one their heav’nly rest.

When He cometh, when He cometh,
to make up His jewels,
all His jewels, precious jewels,
His loved and His own.