He gave Him­self for me; oh, bless­èd word!
Oh, gift that has my deep­est long­ings stirred
To yield my­self to Him; hence­forth to be
Entirely His who gave Him­self for me!

His life for me!—spent in this world of sin,
That He to God poor out­cast souls might win;
His life for me!—laid down in match­less love,
Now oc­cu­pied for me in Hea­ven above.

His mind for me! His wis­dom formed the plan
Whereby re­lease was brought to guil­ty man.
His will for me!—not slow to car­ry out
That plan where­by He frees from sin and doubt.

His heart for me! Its life-blood free­ly shed
To save the sin­ner—suf­fer­ing in his stead;
And still His heart for me, to feel my grief,
To bear my bur­den, and to give re­lief.

His voice for me! He speaks that I may know
The One who pi­ties—yea, who loves me so.
His hands for me!—once pierced by cru­el nail,
Now raised in pray­er, lest my weak faith should fail.

His feet for me!—that this world wea­ry trod,
Now com­ing soon to take me home to God.
His eye, His ear, His rich­es, all for me—
And all my own for all eter­ni­ty!