He
came
To
die
In
shame
That
I
Might
know the fulness of the love of God,
That
there for me He should endure God’s wrath
And
that forgiveness might be shed abroad.
My
path
Is
led
By
Him
My
Head.
His
claim
On
me
Must
be
Each
limb,
Or
cell,
Or
breath.
In
life or death
Everything
will be well
Since,
through the grace of God, He came.
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