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! ......