On the cross the Savior died:
With a thief on either side:
Sold by one-by one denied,
Mocked and scorned and crucified—
'Twas for me the Savior died—
Died for me.
O what love to suffer so;
Love that stooped so very low;
Wondrous love, so full, so free,
Wondrous love for such as me,
Wondrous love, O can it be?
Died for me.
Now the mighty work is done,
By the Father's only Son;
"It is finished," Jesus cries,
Bows His holy head and dies,
Low in death the Savior lies-
All for me.
But the grave could not retain,
God has brought Him back again,
See Him now ascended high,
Far above the starry sky,
Never more to bleed and die;
There for me.