For Me (Coburn)

O Je­sus

Sav­ior

can it be

That Thou didst bow Thine head

And suf­fer death on Cal­va­ry?

For me was Thy blood shed?

It was for me

it was for me

That Thou didst die on Cal­va­ry!

Thy grief

Thy woe

Thy death

I know

Were all for me

for me!

The thorns that pressed Thine hal­lowed brow

The spear that would not spare

The nails that fixed Thy lov­ing hands

And held Thee suf­fer­ing there.

The drea­ri­ness

the dread dark hour

When Thou didst hang alone;

O Christ

what aw­ful woe was Thine

When Thou didst sin atone!

O cross of Christ

what word thou hast

Of pain and ag­ony!

Oh

help me read that oth­er word—

’Twas all

’twas all for me!