Scripture Verse

He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:5


Words: Wal­lace I. Co­burn, in Hymns of the Heart, by Jo­seph F. Ber­ry & Charles H. Ga­bri­el (New York: Me­tho­dist Book Con­cern, 1914), num­ber 119.

Music: Me­ra­mec Charles H. Ga­bri­el, Jr. (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Co­burn (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Charles H. Gabriel, Jr. (1892–1934)


O Je­sus, Sav­ior, can it be
That Thou didst bow Thine head
And suf­fer death on Cal­va­ry?
For me was Thy blood shed?


It was for me, it was for me,
That Thou didst die on Cal­va­ry!
Thy grief, Thy woe, Thy death, I know
Were all for me, for me!

The thorns that pressed Thine hal­lowed brow,
The spear that would not spare,
The nails that fixed Thy lov­ing hands
And held Thee suf­fer­ing there.


The drea­ri­ness, the dread dark hour,
When Thou didst hang alone;
O Christ, what aw­ful woe was Thine,
When Thou didst sin atone!


O cross of Christ, what word thou hast
Of pain and ag­ony!
Oh, help me read that oth­er word—
’Twas all, ’twas all for me!