My Lord came down and died for me, because He loved me so.
Because He did, I will always know to Him I can go;
In times of trouble, or when I can't sleep - way in the night.
Because He died, I have to keep trying, my heart to make right.

He is my Saviour. He died for me that I might more fully see
His Holy ways, for all my days, the true way for my life to be.
And since He laid down His dear beloved life, why not I suffer, too,
For His sweet love, His forgiveness, for all the wrongs I do?

Because He died and rose again, that I might live and one day see
All the Glory and all the sweet Holy love, throughout eternity;
The streets of gold, the tree of life, an eternal fountain flowing there
For me to see as He bade me, come to Him kneeling in prayer.

Some sweet day, I too will lay down and die. But, not as He.
For He lived and truly laid down and died for you and me;
Salvation to impart, Satan and Hades to take away the keys.
One day, too, He will take away the mountains and all the seas.

Yes, Satan and Hades He overcame, as He died on that old cross;
Making sure, for all who truly claim Him, none will suffer loss ...
None to be ashamed, for our sin as far as the east is from the west, He cast away;
Because He lived and, then, He died for you and me, that fateful day.

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