Don Fortner


(Tune: When I Can Read My Title Clear  #497 CM)


Did Christ, the holy Son of God,

The Sovereign of the skies,

Become a man of flesh and blood

That I to God might rise?


Though rich in glory, Christ became

A man of poverty,

That He might bear my sin and blame,

To bleed and die for me!


He took this guilty sinner's place,

And suffered in my stead;

For me, (Stupendous, matchless grace!)

His precious blood was shed!


Immanuel, what powers dwell

In Your redeeming blood!

It ransomed my poor soul from hell

And turns my heart to God!