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 it bleed,

       To Thee, to Thee.