To be the one whom Jesus loved,
What privilege true and rare!
To know the man whose love was proved,
To hear him in his prayer!
To sit with Christ, upon him lean,
His every secret share!
To witness every step and scene,
With spirit pure and bare!
But here and now, am I secure—
His Cross the greater clue—
As John well knew, so I am sure
That Jesus loves me too.