1 Now will I praise Thy name,
And sing Thy wondrous fame;
Thou who for sinners came,
My crucified Lord.

2 For me Thy blood was spilt;
Thou didst remove my guilt:
And save I know Thou wilt,
My crucified Lord.

3 Tho’ men may mock and sneer,
For Thee I’ll suffer here,
For Thou wilt soon appear,
My crucified Lord.

4 Till then for this I pine,
To see Thy face divine,
And in Thine image shine,
My crucified Lord.