Oh, I Often Tremble

By Doodlibop

Oh, I often tremble,

Oh, how I often sigh,

When a man and god named Jesus

Saved an ingrate such as I.

How I long to see your face,

Touch your hands, nail ridden hands,

Oh, how I often tremble,

How you’ve conquered life’s demands.

When my faith was sinful, sinful;

When my way was wayward yet;

When my mouth was speaking boastful;

When my mind not better kept;

When my hands had done wrong doing;

When my soul was in despair;

When I ran to my sweet Savior,

Yes, my Jesus, was still there!

Oh, I often tremble,

Oh, how I often sigh,

When a man and god named Jesus

Saved an ingrate such as I.