JESUS AND ME

On the cross, He stretched His hands forth,
To make mine fit to serve;
He fixed His mind steadfast ahead
To guide me when I swerve

His feet received the cruel nails
To make mine free to go
And tell the world of the love He had;
To suffer for us so!

His lips were parched; He thirsted;
Yet He gave to me a well;
He left His home in heaven,
To make me free from hell.

They crowned His head in hatred,
He crowned mine with love.
He died for me; I'll live for Him,
Till He calls me home above.

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