That Jesus died for me;
I heard his groans, his prayer, "Forgive,"
His bleeding side I see.
5 The love, the love, the matchless love,
That bled upon the tree!
It melts my heart, it wins my love,
It brings me, Lord, to thee.
J.H. Stockton.
126 Gorton. S.M.
(296) Our Ransom Paid.