To Save a Poor Sinner Like Me

When Je­sus was born in the man­ger

The shep­herds came thi­ther to see

For the an­gels pro­claimed

That a Sav­ior was born

To save a poor sin­ner like me.

To save a poor sin­ner

To save a poor sin­ner

To save a poor sin­ner like me.

For the an­gels pro­claimed

That a Sav­ior was born

To save a poor sin­ner like me.

He was wound­ed for my trans­gress­ions

Acquainted with sor­row was He;

In the gar­den He prayed

And sweat great drops of blood

To save a poor sin­ner like me.

To save a poor sin­ner

To save a poor sin­ner

To save a poor sin­ner like me.

In the gar­den He prayed

And sweat great drops of blood

To save a poor sin­ner like me.

He was brought to Pi­late for judg­ment

He was sen­tenced to hang on a tree.

It is fin­ished! He cried

When He suf­fered and died

To save a poor sin­ner like me.

To save a poor sin­ner

To save a poor sin­ner

To save a poor sin­ner like me.

It is fin­ished! He cried

When He suf­fered and died

To save a poor sin­ner like me.

But death and the grave could not hold Him

He burst them asun­der for thee.

On the third day He rose

In spite of His foes

To save a poor sin­ner like me.

To save a poor sin­ner

To save a poor sin­ner

To save a poor sin­ner like me.

On the third day He rose

In spite of His foes

To save a poor sin­ner like me.

I’m fight­ing my pass­age to Heav­en

O’er death I shall con­quer­or be.

Then to glo­ry I’ll fly

And shout through the sky:

He saved a poor sin­ner like me.

To save a poor sin­ner

To save a poor sin­ner

To save a poor sin­ner like me.

Then to glo­ry I’ll fly

And shout through the sky:

He saved a poor sin­ner like me.