Angels in shin­ing or­der stand
Around the Sav­ior’s throne;
They bow with rev­er­ence at His feet
And make His glo­ry known.
Those happy spir­its sing His praise
To all eter­ni­ty,
But I can sing re­deem­ing grace,
For Je­sus died for me.

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Died for me, yes, died for me,
Yes, Je­sus died for me, for me;
Died for me, yes died for me.
Then I can sing re­deem­ing grace,
For Je­sus died for me.

The cross of Christ in­spires my heart
To sing re­deem­ing grace;
Awake, my soul, and bear a part
In my Re­deem­er’s praise.
O who can be com­pared to Him
Who died up­on the tree?
This is my dear, de­light­ful theme,
That Je­sus died for me.

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His bo­dy, brok­en, nailed and torn,
And stained with streams of blood,
His spot­less soul was left for­lorn,
Forsaken by His God,
’Twas then His Fa­ther gave the stroke
That jus­tice did de­cree;
All na­ture felt that dread­ful stroke,
When Je­sus died for me.

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Eloi, la­ma, sa­bach­tha­ni?
My God, My God, He cried,
Why hast Thou thus for­sak­en Me?
And thus my Sav­ior died.
But why did God for­sake His Son,
When bleed­ing on the tree?
He died for sins, but not His own,
For Je­sus died for me.

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