Jesus Died for Me (Abbott)

Methinks

when in the judg­ment

I stand at God’s white throne

My sins will rise be­fore me

Their aw­ful guilt I’ll own;

Then in that aw­ful mo­ment

I’ll reach the Sav­ior’s side

And touch His flow­ing gar­ments

For ’twas for me He died.

He has from sin re­deemed me

I know I am His child;

But when I stand in Heav­en

Before Heav’n’s un­de­filed

Past me­mo­ries may come o’er me

My sin re­mem­bered be

But oh! I shall re­mem­ber

That Je­sus died for me.

Oh

I would not for­get them

Lest I’d for­get ’tis meet

To kneel be­fore my Sav­ior

Low at His pierc­èd feet;

When crowned with Him in glo­ry

I’d in His wounds ab­ide

Confess thro’ end­less ag­es

That for my sins He died.