For Me (Long)

Under an east­ern sky

Amid a rab­ble’s cry

A Man went forth to die

For me

for me.

Thorn crowned His bless­èd head

Blood stained His ev­ery tread;

Cross la­den

on He sped

For me

for me.

Piercèd His hands and feet

Three hours o’er Him beat

Fierce rays of noon­tide heat

For me

for me.

Thus wert Thou made all mine;

Lord

make me whol­ly Thine;

Grant grace and strength di­vine

To me

to me.

In thought and word and deed

Thy will to do

O lead

My soul

e’en though it bleed

To Thee

to Thee.