For love of me, He left a throne
And came in condescension low;
He sought me when I wandered lone
In my dark sin and grief and woe.
O matchless grace, that He should deign,
For love of me,
To tread the way of bitter pain,
For love of me, He took my name,
That He to me might Savior be;
Endured the scorn, the grief, the shame,
And, sinless, bore sin’s penalty.
For love of me, He went, thorn crowned,
To cruel death upon the tree;
By foe reviled, by friend disowned,
And dying, won the victory.
Exalted high, He now doth reign
Lord over all, the Prince of Life;
Till He in power shall come again
To banish sin and end the strife.