1 Under an eastern sky,
Amid a rabble’s cry
A Man went forth to die,
For me, for me.
2 Thorn-crowned His blessed head,
Blood-stained His ev'ry tread;
Cross-laden, on He sped
For me, for me.
3 Pierced His hands and feet,
Three hours o’er Him beat
Fierce rays of noon-tide heat,
For me, for me.
4 Thus wert Thou made all mine;
Lord, make me wholly Thine;
Grant grace and strength divine
To me, to me.
5 In thought and word and deed,
Thy will to do, O lead
My soul, e’en though it bleed,
To Thee, to Thee.
Source: The Christian Hymnary. Bks. 1-4 #933