Amid a rabble’s cry,
A Man went forth to die,
For me! for me!
Blood-stained His every tread;
Cross-laden He was led,
For me! for me!
Three hours o’er Him beat
Fierce rays of noon-tide heat,
For me! for me!
Lord, make me wholly Thine;
Grant grace and strength divine
To me! to me!
Thy will to do, O lead
My soul, e’en though it bleed,
To Thee, to Thee.