(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
Wounded for me, wounded for me,
There on the cross He was wounded for me;
Gone my transgressions and now I am free,
All because Jesus was wounded for me.
Dying for me, dying for me,
There on the cross He was dying for me;
Now in His death my redemption I see,
All because Jesus was dying for me.
Risen for me, risen for me,
Up from the grave He has risen for me;
Now evermore from death’s sting I am free,
All because Jesus has risen for me.
Living for me, living for me,
Up in the skies He is living fro me;
Daily He’s pleading and praying for me,
All because Jesus is living for me.
Coming for me, coming fro me,
One day to earth He is coming for me;
Then with what joy His dear face I shall see,
O how I praise Him — He’s coming for me!