He wrought for God,
He wrought for me,
He did it once, forever;
When hanging on the accursed tree,
A willing victim there for me,
A perfect sacrifice was He,
My soul can perish never.
He lives to God,
He lives for me,
A Great High priest forever;
No longer now upon the tree,
In highest heaven enthroned is He,
Able to help and feel for me,
His power can fail me never.
Gone back to God,
Gone back for me,
His home is mine forever;
The meaning of His work I see,
That I might like Him, with Him be
In God's own house eternally,
To praise His name forever.