Thy life was given for me,

Thy blood, O Lord, was shed,

That I might ransomed be,

And quickened from the dead,

Thy life was giv’n for me;

What have I giv’n for Thee?

Long years were spent for me

In weariness and woe,

That through eternity

Thy glory I might know:

Long years were spent for me;

Have I spent one for Thee?

Thy Father’s home of light,

Thy rainbow-circled throne,

Were left for earthly night,

For wand’rings sad and lone:

Yea, all was left for me;

Have I left aught for Thee?

Thou, Lord, hast borne for me

More than my tongue can tell

Of bitt’rest agony,

To rescue me from hell;

Thou suffer’dst all for me;

What have I borne for Thee?

And Thou hast brought to me,

Down from Thy home above

Salvation full and free,

Thy pardon and Thy love:

Great gifts Thou broughtest me;

What have I brought to Thee?

Let my life be giv’n,

My years for Thee be spent,

World-fetters all be riv'n,

And joy with suffering blent:

Thou gav’st Thyself for me;

I give myself to Thee.