Jesus, my Saviour, to Bethlehem came,
Laid in a manger to sorrow and shame;
O it was wonderful, blest be His name,
Seeking for me, for me:
Seeking for me, for me,
Seeking for me, for me;
O it was wonderful, blest be His name,
Seeking for me, for me.

Jesus, my Saviour, on Calvary's tree
Paid the great debt, and my soul He set free;
O it was wonderful—how could it be?
Dying for me, for me!
Dying for me, for me,
Dying for me, for me;
O it was wonderful—how could it be?
Dying for me, for me!

Jesus, my Saviour, the same as of old,
While I was wand'ring in darkness and cold,
Gently and long did He plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me!
Calling for me, for me,
Calling for me, for me;
Gently and long did He plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me!

Jesus, my Saviour, shall come from on high.
Sweet is the promise as weary years fly:
O I shall see Him descend from the sky,
Coming for me, for me!
Coming for me, for me,
Coming for me, for me;
O I shall see Him descend from the sky,
Coming for me, for me!