From the angel’s song,
And the blessed throng
Of heaven He came for me;
From a street of gold
To a world so cold
My Saviour came for me.
And the armed bands,
With cruel hands,
Led Jesus to the tree;
And the crimson flood
Of a Saviour’s blood
Flowed from His veins for me.
But soon He arose
From the dread repose
Of the death He died for me;
And at heaven’s bright gate,
Where the ransomed wait,
A welcome He’ll give to me.