For, in that mercy, Lord, I trust,
And lie, repenting, in the dust.
I
Lord, I am Thine, for Thou hast died for me;
Thy claim I own, and give myself to Thee;
Not with the price of gold, of gold most fine
Hast Thou redeemed my soul, and made me Thine.
II
Thy blood was shed upon the awful tree;
I marvel at the love there shown for me