For Me

For Me For me the spotless Lamb agreed His Father's wrath to bear For me His precious blood He shed, My guilty soul to spare. I see His head, His hands, His feet, I hear His groans and cries: For me He bears hell's awful heat, For me the Surety dies! For me Christ rose, O blessed day! In triumph o'er the grave: He rules all things with sovereign sway, My helpless soul to save. A mighty Advocate and Priest, Christ pleads for me above: My name is written on His breast, Inscribed by grace and love. For me my Savior's blood avails, Almighty to atone; The hands He gave to piercing nails Shall lead me to His throne. And when I stand before my God, From sin completely free, I'll praise Him for His precious blood, So freely shed for me.