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 every tread;
  Cross��laden He was led,
  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 I bleed,
  To Thee, to Thee.