o sinner the saviour is calling for thee

O teach me what it meaneth,

that cross uplifted high,

with One, the Man of Sorrows,

condemned to bleed and die!

O teach me what it cost Thee

to make a sinner whole;

and teach me, Saviour, teach me

the value of a soul!




O teach me what it meaneth,

that sacred crimson tide,

the blood and water flowing

from Thine own wounded side.

Teach me that if none other

had sinned, but I alone,

yet still Thy blood, Lord Jesus,

Thine only, must atone.




O teach me what it meaneth,

Thy love beyond compare,

the love that reacheth deeper

than depths of self-despair!

Yes, teach me, till there gloweth

in this cold heart of mine,

some feeble, pale reflection

of that pure love of Thine.




O teach me what it meaneth,

for I am full of sin;

and grace alone can reach me,

and love alone can win.

O teach me, for I need Thee,

I have no hope beside,

the chief of all the sinners

for whom the Saviour died!




O infinite Redeemer!

I bring no other plea,

because Thou dost invite me

I cast myself on Thee.

Because Thou dost accept me

I love and I adore;

because Thy love constraineth,

I‟ll praise Thee evermore! ......