Oh why did the Lord Jesus die, And so give His soul for me? When I so far from Him did lie, In an unknown misery. Oh, why did He love such as I, Who’s so often filled with pride; Oh, why for me, did God’s Son die, When on the old tree He cried;
Oh, I look back o’er my life, 'Tis So polluted I feel; The sin, the darkness and the strife, Oh, Is there Grace yet to heal? So many things I’ve left amiss, And with sin my heart has run; My mind too, has roamed so aimless, After all is said and done.
Oh, is there mercy left for me, Toward such a wretch as I; For I do know if graces’ not free, I’ll then here forever lie. Oh, did God give His only Son, There to bleed and die for me? When all His work on earth was done, There to set my spirit free.
Oh, did He give a heart so kind, That I also freely give, That other’s burdens I unbind, And to help them look and live; Oh, did He bless to preach The Word, Which of Life and comfort gives; Or have I through my fancy erred, As sometimes my mind relives;
Oh, my Dear Lord, why did thou show Such a Love to one as I; Angels in Heaven will not know Wherein this Thy Love did lie. Oh, was His Love upon me staid There before the world began; Before the dust of mountains laid, And the sun it’s course here ran?
Oh, more His Love, that I might know, And so quit my race with joy; Oh, more that I His grace might show, And this be all my employ; Oh, may I stretch my hands to thee, For there’s none like thee I know; Thy wond’rous Grace in Love so free, God has pleased this wretch to show;
Oh, by Grace I submit to thee, Now care less of earth to know; Since Christ in God has set me free, Did to me His beauty show; Oh, what a blessed Hope is mine, For He still remembers me; When His light does upon me shine, And from bondage sets me free.
Oh, what reconciliation, 'Tis to be with Christ as One; It is to feel all creation, To know and love the Dear Son. My time is swiftly passing by, And my days are almost done; Oh, are there dark clouds in the sky, And my race here nearly run?
Oh, to lie down in peace with Him, In His sweet bosom to rest; When my strength fails, and eyes grow dim, When this beating heart arrests; Oh, when the icy hand of death, And these active limbs must still; And this frail body lose it’s breath, Thy counsel to then fulfill;
Oh, shall I in Thy likeness live, And then see Thee as Thou art; Since Thou for me, Thy life did give, And did give to me thy Heart; For Thou did bear my every pain, There from sin to set me free; What suffering there, all to gain, A Home in Heaven for me.
Oh, I in Him now sweetly live, For me He doth daily bless; My Jesus the Lord, God did give, For His Love would do no less. Oh, I desire with Him to live, Since God's Son has died for me; For all God had, to me did give, And then made me Jesus see;
The glory is unspeakable, In this present world to show; Found on His Word, unshakable, As He did ever foreknow In His Great Mind Eternally, What He would forever do; As the Father, Paternally, For His Own, He ever knew;
But still must hear it’s sweet refrain, It shall give my spirit rest; When His speech falls as gentle rain, And distills within my breast; As the ointment ran down Aaron’s beard, And covered over his vest; I’m now at peace, where once I feared, And now in His Love I rest.
*Copyright Jan 2000
O. Allen Bailey