1 It was not I that chose the Lord,
For sin I loved too dear;
I was so blind I saw Him not
Nor knew that He was near.
Full many a year I sin pursued,
Deserving but to die,
But now I live the life of love,
For Christ has chosen me.

Refrain:
'Tis Christ has chosen me,
'Tis Christ has chosen me;
I was so vile I loved Him not,
But He has chosen me.

2 'Twas not for works that I had done,
Nor good that I possessed;
I had no beauty when He call'd
My soul to Him for rest.
He looked and saw me bruised and slain,
And, in His glorious might,
He broke the bonds that held me fast
And made my life alright. [Refrain]

3 And hast thou chosen me, O Lord?
What can my heart repay
For such a love?– I nothing have;
I give myself away.
Yes, me, poor me, poor sinful me!
The Lord has chosen me,
That I should go and bring forth fruit
For all eternity. [Refrain]