He Died For Me

I saw One hanging on a tree, In agony and blood;
He fixed His Languid eyes on me, As near His cross I stood.
Sure, never, till my latest breath, Can I forget that look:
It seemed to change me with His death, Tho’ not a word HE spoke.
My conscience felt and owned the guilt, And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins His blood had spilt And helped to nail Him there.
Alas! I knew not what I did,- But now my tears are vain:
Where shall my trembling soul be hid? For I the Lord have slain.
A second look He gave, which said, “ I freely all forgive:
This blood is for thy ransom paid, I die that thou may’st live.”
Oh, can it be, upon a tree The Saviour died for me?
My soul is thrilled, My heart is filled,
To think He died
for me!

John Newton

The Love Of God

The love of God is greater far

than tongue or pen can ever tell;

it goes beyond the highest star,

and reaches to the lowest hell.

The guilty pair, bowed down with care,

God gave His Son to Win;

His erring child He reconciled,

and pardoned from his sin.

O Love of God, how rich and pure!

How measureless and strong!

It shall forevermore endure:

The saints' and angels' song.

When years of time shall pass away,

and earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,

When men who here refuse to pray,

on rocks and hills and mountains call,

God's love so sure, shall still endure,

all measureless and strong;

redeeming grace to Adam's race-

the saints' and angels' song.

O Love of God, how rich and pure!

How measureless and strong!

It shall forevermore endure:

The saints' and angels' song

Could we with ink the oceans fill,

and were the skies of parchment made,

Were every stalk on earth a quill,

and every man a scribe by trade,

to write the love of God above

would drain the ocean dry.

Nor could the scroll contain the whole,

though stretched from sky to sky.

Frederick M. Lehman wrote " The Love of God " in 1917. The lyrica are based on a Jewish poem written in Aramaic in 1050 by Meir Ben Isaac Nenorai.