Suffering Savior, with thorn crown,
Bruised and bleeding, sinking down;
Heavy laden, weary worn,
Fainting, dying, crushed and torn.
All for me, all for me.
Precious Savior, this for me,
So unworthy, all for me;
Holy Jesus, pure and mild,
I would ever be Thy child.
Oh bless me, even me.
Fain would I to Thee be brought;
Gracious Lord, forbid it not;
In the kingdom of Thy grace,
Give Thy wandering child a place,
By Thy grace, Oh save me.