p. 14 | He Died for Me by Clarence Santee

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 2, 1910

He Died for Me

By Clarence Santee

CLARENCE SANTEE

(Music, No. 667, “Hymns and Tunes.”)

WHY do I look to heaven for aid When tempted, tried, or when afraid? Why burns my heart at His one name Who once to die, from heaven came?

CHORUS:

He came to earth, and drank for me The poison cup, died on the tree; And with my heart my all shall be His, his alone who died for me.

'Twas not the life that others live, 'Twas not the gift that others give, But such a life divine I see, That bore reproach and died for me.

My heart is softened when I think My bitter cup he stooped to drink, That God in love the potion gave, My poor, unthankful soul to save.

I'll mourn not, then, what once was dear, But count it joy to suffer here; My life, my goods, my all, shall be A gift to him who died for me.

I now can bow at Marah's brink The bitter draft with him to drink, And share with joy earth's scorn and woe For his dear sake who loved me so.

LAST CHORUS:

Then when he comes and calls for me, No poison cup, no cursed tree! In joy and peace my home shall be With him who came and died for me.

Keene, Tex.