For Whom Christ Died

I saw a brother weak and worn,
By sin beset and anguish torn.
He rose again, by brethren borne;
And though by some still criticised
He is a soul for whom Christ died.

I looked upon a newborn child,
So pure, so sweet and undefined;
This miracle of life and birth
Would soon be tainted by sin's mirth.
Yet, 'tis a soul for whom Christ died.

I viewed a sinner deep in sin,
And wondered, "Is there hope for him?
Could such a one have Christ within?"
Yes! There is hope, our Lord revived!
And this a soul for whom died.

I stood beside a dying man,
A life poured out in Jesus' plan,
He gave himself as did the Lamb;
Yet on the Saviour's blood relied.
This is a soul for whom Christ died.

The emblems of our Lord I see,
The Spirit speaks, "Gethsemane."
And Love Divine of "Calvary."
The Lamb of God was crucified.
We all are souls for whom Christ died.

Author Unknown