C. M.
The Saviour died for me.
Mrs. Steele.
To our Redeemer’s glorious name
Awake the sacred song;
O may his love (immortal flame!)
Tune every heart and tongue.
2 His love, what mortal thought can reach!
What mortal tongue display!
Imagination’s utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.
3 He left his radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die!
Was ever love like this?
4 Blest Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee,
May every heart with rapture say,
“The Saviour died for me!”
5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme
Fill every heart and tongue,
Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.
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