Verse 1

Under an eastern sky A mid a rabble's cry, A Man went forth to die For me (For me) for me

Verse 2

Thorn-crowned his blessed head Blood-stained his every tread; Cross laden on be sped For me (For me) for me

Verse 3

Pierced his hands and feet, three hours o'er him did beat; Fierce rays of noontide heat For me (For me) for me

Verse 4

Thus wert thou made all mine; Lord make me wholly thine; Grant grace and strength divine. To me (To me) to me.

Verse 5

In tho't and word and deed, thy will to do O lead; My soul e'en tho it bleed, To thee (To thee) to thee