He Bore It All

My pre­cious Sav­ior suf­fered pain and ago­ny

He bore it all that I might live;

He broke the bonds of sin and set the cap­tive free

All that I might in His pre­sence live.

He bore it all that I might see His shin­ing face

Freely bore it all

that I might live;

I stood con­demned to die

but Je­sus took my place

He bore it all that I might live.

They placed a crown of thorns up­on my Sav­ior’s head

He bore it all that I might live;

By cru­el man with spear His side was pierced and bled

All that I might in His pre­sence live.

Up Cal­v’ry’s hill in shame the bless­èd Sav­ior trod

He bore it all that I might live;

Between two thieves they cru­ci­fied the Son of God

All that I might in His pre­sence live.