Jesus, my Saviour, to Bethlehem came,
Laid in a manger to
sorrow and shame;
Oh, it was wonderful, blest be His Name,
Seeking for me, for me:
Seeking for me, for me,
Seeking for me, for me,
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:
Dying for me, for me,
Dying for me, for me,
Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be?
Dying for me, for me.
Jesus, my Saviour, the same as of old,
While I did wander
afar from the fold,
Gently and long He hath pled with my
soul,
Calling for me, for me:
Calling for me, for
me,
Calling for me, for me,
Gently and long He
hath pled with my soul,
Calling for me, for me.
Jesus, my Saviour, will 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:
Coming for me, for
me,
Coming for me, for me,
Oh, I shall see Him
descending the sky,
Coming for me, for me.