He Died for Me

I saw one hanging on the tree
 in agony and blood
 He fix His languaged eyes on me
 as near His cross I stood
 sure never till my latest breath
 can I forget that look
 it seem to charge me with His death
 though not a word He spoke
 How can it be upon a tree
 the Savior died for me
 my soul is thrilled, my heart is filled
 to think He died for me
 my conscience filled alone for guilt
 and bounds me in despair
 I saw my sins His blood has spilled
 and have to nail Him there
 alas I knew not what I did
 but now my tears are vain
 where shall my trembling soul begin
 where I the Lord have sway
 How can it be upon a tree
 the Savior died for me
 my soul is thrilled, my heart is filled
 to think He died for me
 a second look He gave we said
 "I freely, oh forgive. "
 His Blood is then a ransom paid
 "I died at you, BELIEVE!"
 How can it be upon a tree
 the Savior died for me
 my soul is thrilled, my heart is filled
 to think He died for me!
 to think...
 HE DIED FOR ME!!!