*Pastor’s Note: A.B. Simpson was a very well respected Canadian preacher, theologian and author who lived from December 15, 1843 to October 29, 1919. My prayer is that you will be blessed and inspired by his poetry as much as I am.

UNDER AN EASTERN SKY

Under an Eastern sky,
Amid a rabble cry,
A man went forth to die,
For me, for me.

He died for me, for me—
Oh, could I ever be
Ashamed to live for Thee
Who died for me!

Thorn-crowned His blessed Head,
Blood-stained His weary tread,
Cross-laden was He led,
For me, for me.

Pierced were His hands and feet,
Fiercely upon Him beat
The burning noontide heat,
For me, for me.

Then wert Thou made all mine,
Lord, make me wholly Thine,
And grant Thy Power divine
To me, to me.

From Songs of the Spirit: Poetry by A. B. Simpson. Public Domain