Christ Died For Me

In His love past understanding

Jesus gave His life for me,

Bore my sins in His own body

On the cross of Calvary.

Now on earth I’m but a pilgrim,

Traveling to my Home above,

Living daily for my Saviour,

Telling others of His love.

Waiting not till I should love Him,

Or till I should godly be,

But while I was yet a sinner

Jesus gave His life for me.

There is none too vile for pardon,

“Whosoever,” hear Him say;

Him that cometh to the Saviour

He will never cast away.

Have you heard the wondrous story,

Heard it o’er and o’er each part,

Still you never have received Him,

Never given Him your heart?

Though we work for death, sin’s wages,

Yet eternal life is free;

With the hand of faith receive it,

Trusting this, “Christ died for me.”

By Barbara C. Ryberg