When first my precious Saviour in His
love
Lifted these earthbound eyes to Him
above,
I saw those wounds and thought — His
love to prove
He died for me!
But can it be, when I His love had
spurned,
That He, to win my love had ceaseless
yearned?
’Tis true! And now my soul this truth has
learned,
He died for me!
It thrilled my soul; it filled my tongue
to know
That my once-stubborn heart, now
white as snow,
With rapture filled, can sing while
here below,
He died for me!
The years roll by; there come to claim
my heart
Earth’s varied pleasures. Shall I take
a part
And grieve my Lord, or from His side
depart,
Who died for me?
I must decide. What shall my answer be?
The world allures and beckons
harmlessly;
The Saviour stoops and whispers
lovingly,
I died for thee!
The choice is made. My heart must
not divide,
Part for the world, and part for Him
who died.
Henceforth may I be found close to
His side
Who died for me!
His heart of love I know will never fail;
Though friends may come and go,
though fears prevail,
These four sweet words can blessed
peace avail,
He died for me!
I hasten on, casting on Him each care.
His love delights my joys and pains to
share,
And soon at home, this note shall fill
the air,
He died for me!
A. C. Hayhoe