For Me

Verse 1

Under an eastern sky, Amid a rabble’s cry A Man went forth to die, For me, for me.

Verse 2

Thorn-crowned His blessed head, Blood-stained His ev'ry tread; Cross-laden, on He sped For me, for me.

Verse 3

Pierced His hands and feet, Three hours o’er Him beat Fierce rays of noon-tide heat, For me, for me.

Verse 4

Thus wert Thou made all mine; Lord, make me wholly Thine; Grant grace and strength divine To me, to me.

Verse 5

In thought and word and deed, Thy will to do, O lead My soul, e’en though it bleed, To Thee, to Thee.