Under an eastern sky

Under an eastern sky

Amid a rabble’s cry

A Man went forth to die

For me! for me!

Thorn-crowned His blessed head

Blood-stained His every tread;

Cross-laden He was led

For me! for me!

Pierced His hands and feet

Three hours o’er Him beat

Fierce rays of noon-tide 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.