My Saviour died on Calvary,
He died because He loved me so;
A sacrifice so full and free,
To save my soul from sin and woe.

The cruel thorns His forehead marred,
His hands and feet by nails were torn;
By stinging scourge His back was scarred
For me, for me in love ’twas born.

On Him my guilt of sin was laid,
Thro’ Him I know redeeming grace;
By Him the debt I owe was paid,
Because my Saviour took my place.