1. Under and Eastern sky,
Amid a rabble cry,
A Man went forth to die
For me.

2. Thorn-crowned His Blessed head,
Blood-stained His weary tread,
Cross laden He was led
To me.

3. Pierced were His hands and feet,
Three hours upon Him beat
Fierce rays of noontide heat
For me.

4. Thus wert Thou made all mine;
Lord, make me wholly Thine,
Grant grace and strength divine
For me.

5. In thought and word and deed
Thy will to do; O lead
My soul, e'en though it bleed,
To Thee.