Laid in a manger to sorrow and shame;
O it was wonderful, blest be His name,
Seeking for me, for me:
Seeking for me, for me;
O it was wonderful, blest be His name,
Seeking for me, for me.
Paid the great debt, and my soul He set free;
O it was wonderful—how could it be?
Dying for me, for me!
Dying for me, for me;
O it was wonderful—how could it be?
Dying for me, for me!
While I was wand’ring in darkness and cold,
Gently and long did He plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me!
Calling for me, for me;
Gently and long did He plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me!
Sweet is the promise as weary years fly:
O I shall see Him descend from the sky,
Coming for me, for me!
Coming for me, for me;
O I shall see Him descend from the sky,
Coming for me, for me!