For Love of Me

For love of me

He left a throne

And came in con­des­cen­sion low;

He sought me when I wan­dered lone

In my dark sin and grief and woe.

O match­less grace

that He should deign

For love of me

To tread the way of bit­ter pain

To Cal­va­ry.

For love of me

He took my name

That He to me might Sav­ior be;

Endured the scorn

the grief

the shame

And

sin­less

bore sin’s pe­nal­ty.

For love of me

He went

thorn crowned

To cru­el death up­on the tree;

By foe re­viled

by friend dis­owned

And dy­ing

won the vic­to­ry.

Exalted high

He now doth reign

Lord ov­er all

the Prince of Life;

Till He in pow­er shall come again

To ban­ish sin and end the strife.