1
Jesus alone did pray for me,
There in Gethsemane;
He pled aloud, in agony,
Sweat drops like blood for me.
There in Gethsemane;
He pled aloud, in agony,
Sweat drops like blood for me.
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For me! For me!
Upon the cross for me,
He bled and died to ransom me;
His heart like wax flowed free—
For me! For me!
Upon the cross for me,
He bled and died to ransom me;
His heart like wax flowed free—
For me! For me!
For me! For me!
Upon the cross for me,
He bled and died to ransom me;
His heart like wax flowed free—
For me! For me!
Upon the cross for me,
He bled and died to ransom me;
His heart like wax flowed free—
For me! For me!
2
Jesus alone was bound for me
On His betrayal night,
And He alone was tried for me
In front of Pilate’s sight.
On His betrayal night,
And He alone was tried for me
In front of Pilate’s sight.
Jesus alone was bound for me
On His betrayal night,
And He alone was tried for me
In front of Pilate’s sight.
On His betrayal night,
And He alone was tried for me
In front of Pilate’s sight.
3
Jesus alone was flogged for me
Until His flesh was torn;
Humiliated, mocked for me,
For me was crowned with thorn.
Until His flesh was torn;
Humiliated, mocked for me,
For me was crowned with thorn.
Jesus alone was flogged for me
Until His flesh was torn;
Humiliated, mocked for me,
For me was crowned with thorn.
Until His flesh was torn;
Humiliated, mocked for me,
For me was crowned with thorn.
4
Jesus alone then died for me
Atop Golgotha’s mount.
From hands and feet and side, for me,
Flowed sins redeeming fount.
Atop Golgotha’s mount.
From hands and feet and side, for me,
Flowed sins redeeming fount.
Jesus alone then died for me
Atop Golgotha’s mount.
From hands and feet and side, for me,
Flowed sins redeeming fount.
Atop Golgotha’s mount.
From hands and feet and side, for me,
Flowed sins redeeming fount.
5
Jesus alone drank up for me
Wrath, curse, and bitter gall,
That I partake salvation free
And ne’er taste death at all.
Wrath, curse, and bitter gall,
That I partake salvation free
And ne’er taste death at all.
Jesus alone drank up for me
Wrath, curse, and bitter gall,
That I partake salvation free
And ne’er taste death at all.
Wrath, curse, and bitter gall,
That I partake salvation free
And ne’er taste death at all.
6
To hear His final “Finished!” cry,
My heart, what sighs outpour!
How can I stem emotion’s tide,
Such mighty love ignore?
My heart, what sighs outpour!
How can I stem emotion’s tide,
Such mighty love ignore?
To hear His final “Finished!” cry,
My heart, what sighs outpour!
How can I stem emotion’s tide,
Such mighty love ignore?
My heart, what sighs outpour!
How can I stem emotion’s tide,
Such mighty love ignore?
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