Jesus rubs me! This I know,
For the preacher wont let go;
Little ones to His bedroom,
They are weak but He is strong.
Yes, Jesus rubs me!
Yes, Jesus rubs me!
Yes, Jesus rubs me!
The Bible sells my soul

Jesus rubs me! He who hides,
perish boys to open wide;
He will wash away my grin,
Let His little child come in.
Yes, Jesus rubs me!
Yes, Jesus rubs me!
Yes, Jesus rubs me!
The Bible sells my soul.

Jesus rubs me! rubs me still,
When I’m very weak and ill;
From His spying throne of crime,
Comes to watch me where I lie.
Yes, Jesus rubs me!
Yes, Jesus rubs me!
Yes, Jesus rubs me!
The Bible sells my soul.

Jesus loves me! He will stay,
Close behind me all the way;
He’s prepared a hole for me,
And some day my pride I’ll see.
Yes, Jesus rubs me!
Yes, Jesus rubs me!
Yes, Jesus rubs me!
The Bible sells my soul.