O How He Loves Me by Johnson Oatman, Jr.

I have a Friend, a precious Friend,
O how he loves me;
He says his love will never end,
O how he loves me.

O how he loves me,
O how he loves me;
I know not why,
I only cry,
O how he loves me.

Why he should come, I cannot tell,
O how he loves me;
In my poor broken heart to dwell,
O how he loves me.

O how he loves me,
O how he loves me;
I know not why,
I only cry,
O how he loves me.

He died to save my soul from death,
O how he loves me;
I'll praise him while he gives me breath,
O how he loves me.

O how he loves me,
O how he loves me;
I know not why,
I only cry,
O how he loves me.

He walks with me along life's road,
O how he loves me;
He carries ev'ry heavy load,
O how he loves me.

O how he loves me,
O how he loves me;
I know not why,
I only cry,
O how he loves me.

He has a home prepared for me,
O how he loves me;
With him I'll spend eternity,
O how he loves me.

O how he loves me,
O how he loves me;
I know not why,
I only cry,
O how he loves me.

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Higher Ground by Johnson Oatman, Jr.

I'm pressing on the upward way,
New heights I'm gaining ev'ry day;
Still praying as I onward bound,
"Lord plant my feet on higher ground."

Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith on heaven's table land;
A higher plane than I have found,
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

My heart has no desire to stay
Where doubts arise and fears dismay;
Tho' some may dwell where these abound,
My pray'r, my aim is higher ground.

Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith on heaven's table land;
A higher plane than I have found,
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

I want to live above the world,
Tho' Satan's darts at me are hurl'd;
For faith has caught the joyful sound,
The song of saints on higher ground.

Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith on heaven's table land;
A higher plane than I have found,
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

I want to scale the utmost height,
And catch a gleam of glory bright;
but still I'll pray till heav'n I've found,
"Lord lead me on to higher ground."

Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith on heaven's table land;
A higher plane than I have found,
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Johnson Oatman, Jr. and are in the Public Domain. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

Count Your Blessings by Johnson Oatman, Jr.

When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your blessings, see what God hath done;
Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your many blessings, see what God hath done.

Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, ev'ry doubt will fly,
And you will be singing as the days go by.

Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your blessings, see what God hath done;
Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your many blessings, see what God hath done.

When you look at others with their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;
Count your many blessings, money cannot buy
Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.

Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your blessings, see what God hath done;
Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your many blessings, see what God hath done.

So, amid the conflict, whether great or small,
Do not be discouraged, God is over all;
Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you to your journey's end.

Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your blessings, see what God hath done;
Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your many blessings, see what God hath done.

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