1 The Lord my Saviour is;
For me he shed his blood;
And shall I scorn his name to own?
Forbid it, mighty God.

2 With me upon his heart,
He stooped to bleed and die;
And when my guilt was to him charged,
The charge did not deny.

3 The debt, though great, he paid,
That I might be set free;
No charge against me can be brought,
For Jesus died for me.

4 [’Midst all his vast concerns,
He could not me forget;
Then let my heart, my soul, my tongue,
His dying love repeat.]