He Died For Me

Sometimes when I think of the cross, I find much sorrow there;

To think of such a perfect life He gave without a tear.

My Savior died for me, He bled and died for me;

His life so perfect and mine so worthless, He bled and died for me.

The nails that pierced his hands and feet, The crown of thorns he wore,

That woeful sword that pierced his side, The guilt of sin He bore.

My Savior died for me, He bled and died for me;

His life so perfect and mine so worthless, He bled and died for me.

I was so lost and full of sin, And sin so full in me,

So weak and worthless, sick and sore, Undone without a plea.

My Savior died for me, He bled and died for me;

His life so perfect and mine so worthless, He bled and died for me

But Jesus came to that old cross, And shed His blood for me,

And sorrow turned to happiness; He rose to victory,

My Savior died for me, He bled and died for me;

His life so perfect and mine so worthless, He bled and died for me

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