Jesus, my Sav­ior, to Beth­le­hem came,
Laid in a man­ger to sor­row and shame;
Oh, it was won­der­ful, blest be His name,
Seeking for me, for me:
Seeking for me, seek­ing for me,
Seeking for me, seek­ing for me,
Oh, it was won­der­ful, blest be His name,
Seeking for me, for me.

Jesus, my Sav­ior, on Cal­va­ry’s tree,
Paid the great debt and my soul He set free;
Oh, it was won­der­ful—how could it be?
Dying for me, for me!
Dying for me, dy­ing for me,
Dying for me, dy­ing for me,
Oh, it was won­der­ful—how could it be?
Dying for me, for me.

Jesus, my Sav­ior, in mer­cy and love,
Came from the man­sions of Heav­en above,
Tenderly plead­ing with sin­ners like me,
Pleading for me, for me:
Pleading for me, plead­ing for me,
Pleading for me, plead­ing for me,
Tenderly plead­ing for sin­ners like me,
Pleading for me, for me.

Jesus, my Sav­ior, the same as of old,
While I did wan­der afar from the fold,
Gently and long He hath pled with my soul,
Calling for me, for me:
Calling for me, call­ing for me,
Calling for me, call­ing for me,
Gently and long He hath pled with my soul,
Calling for me, for me.

Jesus, my Sav­ior, will come from on high,
Sweet is the pro­mise as wea­ry years fly;
Oh, I shall see Him des­cend­ing the sky,
Coming for me, for me:
Coming for me, com­ing for me,
Coming for me, com­ing for me,
Oh, I shall see Him des­cend­ing the sky,
Coming for me, for me.