p. 4 | For Me by Max Hill

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · May 29, 1907

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 33, No. 22.

For Me.

By Max Hill

DID Heaven's mighty King come down to earth To die for me? Could One so great count me of so much worth To die for me? Did He give all the glory Heaven knows To take on Him earth's sin and all its woes? Did He His kingdom leave and His own throne To come to this dark world—a Babe, alone— To die for me?

What matchless love that comes a helpless child In human arms! That dares to risk a world by sin defiled In human arms! That trusts to mortal man to guard and lead A Saviour thru His helpless infant need! O love divine! that deigns to freely give, That sacrifices all, that I might live, To human arms!

What tireless love that walked the weary way?— A Saviour's love. That healed the sick the hand of Death would slay?— A Saviour's love. The healing touch, the blessing of a child, Forgiveness granted to the sin-defiled, The loving words to troubled sinners said, The living word that brought life to the dead,— A Saviour's love.

What love but His would bear the wo and want He bore for me? What love but His would bear the shameful taunt He bore for me? O Love divine! tho sinless, crucified, Who, willing, lived for me, and for me died! Low at His feet a sinner vile I fall— Saved, saved by grace,—e'en angels know not all He bore for me. MAX HILL.