When first my precious Saviour in His love
Lifted these sightless 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 fall,
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!