Wounded for me, wounded for me, There on the cross He was wounded for me; Gone my transgressions, and now I am free, All because Jesus was wounded for me. Dying for me, dying for me, There on the cross He was dying for me; Now in His death my redemption I see, All because Jesus was dying for me. Risen for me, risen for me, Up from the grave He has risen for me; Now evermore from death’s sting I am free, All because Jesus has risen for me. Living for me, living for me, Up in the skies He is living for me; Daily He’s pleading and praying for me, All because Jesus is living for me. Coming for me, coming for me, One day to earth He is coming for me; Then with what joy His dear face I shall see, O how I praise Him—He’s coming for me! Words: William G. J. Ovens (1869-1945) & Gladys W. Roberts (1888-1983) (verses 2-5). These words were inspired when, after World War I, Ovens saw a wounded veteran limping past him on the street, and he thought, He was wounded for me.
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 06:08:00 +0000
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