Jesus…that He might sanctify the people with His own blood, suffered without the gate.@Hebrews 13:12
Isaac H. Meredith (1872–1962)

John Long, 1911.

Isaac H. Meredith (🔊 pdf nwc).


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

Thorn crowned His blessèd head,
Blood stained His every tread;
Cross laden, on He sped,
For me, for me.

Piercèd His hands and feet,
Three hours o’er Him beat
Fierce rays of noontide heat,
For me, for me.

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

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