The Saviour died, and by His blood
Brought rebel sinners home to God;
He died to set the captives free,
And why my soul—why not for thee?
The blood of Christ; how sweet it sounds,
To cleanse and heal the sinner’s wounds:
The streams thereof are rich and free,
And why, my soul—why not for thee?
Thus Jesus came the poor to bless,—
To clothe them in God’s righteousness:
This robe is spotless, full, and free,
And why, my soul—why not for thee?
Eternal life by Christ is given,
And ruined rebels raised to heaven;
Then sing of grace so rich and free,
And shout, my soul—’tis all for thee.
ML 10/23/1927