Under an eastern sky,

Amid a rabble's cry,

A Man went forth to die,

For me! For me!

Thorn-crowned His blessed head,

Blood-stained His every tread;

Cross-laden He was led,

For me! For me!

Pierced His hands and feet,

Three hours o'er Him beat

Fierce rays of noon-tide heat,

For me! For me!

Thus wert Thou made all mine;

Lord, make me wholly Thine;

Grant grace and strength divine

To me! To me!

In thought and word and deed,

Thy will to do, O lead

My soul, e'en though it bleed,

To Thee, to Thee.