He Gave Himself

He gave Him­self for me; oh

bless­èd word!

Oh

gift that has my deep­est long­ings stirred

To yield my­self to Him; hence­forth to be

Entirely His who gave Him­self for me!

His life for me!—spent in this world of sin

That He to God poor out­cast souls might win;

His life for me!—laid down in match­less love

Now oc­cu­pied for me in Heav­en above.

His mind for me! His wis­dom formed the plan

Whereby re­lease was brought to guil­ty man.

His will for me!—not slow to car­ry out

That plan where­by He frees from sin and doubt.

His heart for me! Its life-blood free­ly shed

To save the sin­ner—suf­fer­ing in his stead;

And still His heart for me

to feel my grief

To bear my bur­den

and to give re­lief.

His voice for me! He speaks that I may know

The One who pi­ties—yea

who loves me so.

His hands for me!—once pierced by cru­el nail

Now raised in pray­er

lest my weak faith should fail.

His feet for me!—that this world wea­ry trod

Now com­ing soon to take me home to God.

His eye

His ear

His rich­es

all for me—

And all my own for all eter­ni­ty!