For Man the Savior Shed

For man the Sav­ior shed

His all aton­ing blood

And

oh

shall ran­somed man re­fuse

To suf­fer for his God?

Ashamed who now can be

To own the Cru­ci­fied?

Nay

ra­ther be our glo­ry this

To die for Him who died?

So felt Thy mar­tyr

Lord;

By Thy right hand sus­tained

He waged for Thee the bat­tle’s strife

And threat­ened death dis­dained.

Upon the gold­en crown

Gazing with ea­ger breath

He fought as one who fain would die

And

dy­ing

con­quer death.

Alone he stood un­moved

Amid his cru­el foes;

Oh

won­drous was the might that then

Above his tor­tur­ers rose!

Lord

give us grace to bear

Like him our cross of shame

To do and suf­fer what Thou wilt

For love of Thy dear name.

Jesu

the king of saints

We praise Thee and ad­ore

Who art

with God the Fa­ther One

And Spir­it ev­er­more.