“But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans 5:8
Angels in shining order stand
Around the Savior’s throne;
They bow with reverence at His feet
And make His glory known.
Those happy spirits sing His praise
To all eternity,
But I can sing redeeming grace,
For Jesus died for me.
Died for me, yes, died for me,
Yes, Jesus died for me, for me;
Died for me, yes died for me.
Then I can sing redeeming grace,
For Jesus died for me.
The cross of Christ inspires my heart
To sing redeeming grace;
Awake, my soul, and bear a part
In my Redeemer’s praise.
O who can be compared to Him
Who died upon the tree?
This is my dear, delightful theme,
That Jesus died for me.
His body, broken, nailed and torn,
And stained with streams of blood,
His spotless soul was left forlorn,
Forsaken by His God,
’Twas then His Father gave the stroke
That justice did decree;
All nature felt that dreadful stroke,
When Jesus died for me.
“Eloi, lama, sabachthani?
My God, my God,” He cried,
“Why hast Thou thus forsaken Me?”
And thus my Savior died.
But why did God forsake His Son,
When bleeding on the tree?
He died for sins, but not His own,
For Jesus died for me.
G. H. Williams, 1898
