1. Down to the depths of woe
Christ came to set me free;
He bared His breast, receiv’d the blow,
Which Justice aim’d at me!

2. There Justice met my sin,
On the accursed tree;
To prove His love, my heart to win,
Christ “gave Himself for me!”

3. As Advocate on high,
My soul, He pleads for thee!
And when I wander, draws me nigh,—
He ever lives for me!

4. Through all this desert place,
My Guide and Strength is He,
Till I shall see Him face to face,
When He shall come for me!

5. Yes! soon this waiting hour
On time’s swift wings shall flee;
Soon He will come in glorious pow’r,—
Jesus Himself for me!