While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8
Was it for me, for me alone,
The Savior left His glorious throne;
The dazzling splendors of the sky,
Was it for me He came to die?
It was for me, yes, all for me,
O love of God, so great, so free!
O wondrous love, I’ll shout and sing,
He died for me, my Lord and king!
Was it for me sweet angel strains
Came floating o’er Judea’s plains?
That starlit night so long ago,
Was it for me God planned it so?
Was it for me the Savior said,
Pillow thy weary, aching head,?
Trustingly on thy Savior’s breast
Was it for me, can I thus rest?
Was it for me He wept and prayed,
My load of sin before Him laid;
That night within Gethsemane,
Was it for me, that agony?
Was it for me He bowed His head
Upon the cross, and freely shed
His precious blood—that crimson tide,
Was it for me the Savior died?