O teach me what it meaneth

O teach me what it meaneth:

That Cross uplifted high

With One

the Man of Sorrows

Condemned to bleed and die.

O teach me what it cost Thee

To make a sinner whole;

And teach me

Savior

teach me

The value of a soul.

O teach me what it meaneth:

That sacred crimson tide

The blood and water flowing

From Thine own wounded side.

Teach me that if none other

*Had sinned

but I alone

Yet still

Thy blood

O Jesus

Thine only

must atone.

O teach me what it meaneth

Thy love beyond compare

The love that reacheth deeper

Than depths of self-despair!

Yea

teach me

till there gloweth

In this cold heart of mine

Some feeble

pale reflection

Of that pure love of Thine.

O teach me what it meaneth

For I am full of sin;

And grace alone can reach me

And love alone can win.

O teach me

for I need Thee

I have no hope beside

The chief of all the sinners

For whom the Savior died.

O teach me what it meaneth:

The rest which Thou dost give

To all the heavy-laden

Who look to Thee and live.

Because I am a rebel

Thy pardon I receive:

Because Thou dost command me

I can

I do believe.

O infinite Redeemer

I bring no other plea;

Because Thou dost invite me

I cast myself on Thee.

Because Thou dost accept me

I love and I adore;

Because Thy love constraineth

I’ll praise Thee evermore.