O teach me what it meaneth: That cross uplifted high,
With
One, the Man of Sorrows,
Condemned to bleed and die.
O
Teach me what it cost Thee
To make a sinner whole;
And
teach me, Saviour, teach me
The value of a soul.
O teach me what it meaneth: That sacred crimson tide,
The
blood and water flowing
From Thine own wounded side.
Teach
me that if none other
Had sinned, but I alone,
Yet still,
Thy blood, O Jesus,
Thine only, must atone.
O teach me what it meaneth: Thy love beyond compare,
The
love that reacheth deeper
Than depths of self-despair!
Yea, teach me, till there gloweth
In this cold heart of mine
Some feeble, pale reflection
Of that pure love of thine.
O teach me what it meaneth for I am full of sin;
And grace
alone can reach me,
And love alone can win.
O teach me,
for I need Thee,
I have no hope beside,
The chief of all
the sinners
For whom the Saviour died.
O infinite Redeemer, I bring no other plea;
Because Thou
dost invite me
I cast myself on Thee,
Because Thou dost
accept me
I love and I adore;
Because Thy love
constraineth,
I¡¦ll praise Thee evermore.
