He died for me, the Son of God,
He left His home in glory
To bear the sin of all the world—
Oh, sweet and tender story!
He died for me! He died for me!
He lives, in light and glory!
Oh, let me tell to all the world
The glad and blessèd story.
They crowned Him with a crown of thorns,
For me He meekly wore it;
They laid on Him the heavy cross,
For me, for me He bore it.
His love for me can never die,
In Heaven He standeth pleading;
He shows His side and wounded hands,
Thou blessèd Jesus, Savior mine,
My life, my all I owe Thee;
I long to love Thee more and more,
I would that all might know Thee.