For
me He gave His life:
No
angel stayed the knife;
No
other took His place:
He
bore it all in grace;
Against
Him was God’s judgment stroke;
On
Him God’s storm of anger broke.
For
me His life He gave -
Such
His desire to save!
Such
His desire to bless
Despite
my worthlessness!
His
grace and mercy made Him die
When
I was far, to bring me nigh.
He
gave His life for me
So
that I might be free;
So
that I might rejoice
To
listen to His voice;
So
that I might be sanctified
And
all of one with Him who died.
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