Who but Jesus, loves the sinner
Who but Jesus, calls him friend
Reaches out to touch the leper
Bids the weary come to Him
Who but Jesus, loves the lowly
Those the world has cast aside
And with such scandal-lous compassion
Makes a wretch His chosen bride
Who but Jesus, dwelt among us
Called this broken world His home
Took on flesh and pain and sorrow
Reaping what He did not sow
With the lost, He shared sal-vation
With the thief, He shared a cross
All that we might share His riches
Who but Christ would give it all
Who but Jesus
Who but Jesus
Who but Jesus, loves the sinner
Enough to give His life
Love too pure for men to merit
Praise too glorious to deny
Praise Him now my joy in living
As in death my comfort rests
Who but Jesus, loves this sinner
He alone is my righteous-ness
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