Jesus, my Saviour, to Bethlehem came,
Born in a manger to sorrow and shame;
Oh it was wonderful! blest be His name!
Seeking for me, for me!

Jesus, my Saviour, on Calvary’s tree
Paid the great debt, and my soul He set free:
Oh, it was wonderful! how could it be?
Dying for me, for me!

Jesus, my Saviour, the same as of old,
While I was wandering afar from the fold,
Gently and long did He plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me!

Jesus, my Saviour, shall come from on high,
Sweet is the promise, as weary years fly!
Oh, I shall see Him descending the sky,
Coming for me! for me!