FOR me the Lord of glory bled,
For me His precious blood was shed,
And 'twas for me the Victor rose
Triumphant over all His foes.
Ere long His own shall meet Him there
In yonder city bright and fair,
And not a cloud will e'er arise
To hide Him from His servants' eyes.
O what a portion thus to be
With Him who died on Calvary,
And in those scenes of light above
Back in the sunshine of His love!