My pre­cious Sav­ior suf­fered pain and ago­ny,
He bore it all that I might live;
He broke the bonds of sin and set the cap­tive free,
All that I might in His pre­sence live.

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He bore it all that I might see His shin­ing face,
Freely bore it all, that I might live;
I stood con­demned to die, but Je­sus took my place,
He bore it all that I might live.

They placed a crown of thorns up­on my Sav­ior’s head,
He bore it all that I might live;
By cru­el man with spear His side was pierced and bled,
All that I might in His pre­sence live.

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Up Cal­v’ry’s hill in shame the bless­èd Sav­ior trod,
He bore it all that I might live;
Between two thieves they cru­ci­fied the Son of God,
All that I might in His pre­sence live.

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