William H. Monk - Waltham - текст песни (слова)

Thy life was given for me; 
 thy blood, O Lord, was shed,
 that I might ransomed be, 
 and quickened from the dead.
 Thy life was given for me; 
 what have I given for thee?
 
 Long years were spent for me, 
 in weariness and woe,
 that through eternity 
 thy glory I might know.
 Long years were spent for me; 
 have I spent one for thee?
 
 Thy Father's home of light,
 thy rainbow-circled throne,
 were left for earthly night,
 for wanderings sad and lone.
 Yea, all was left for me;
 have I left aught for thee?
 
 Thou, Lord, hast borne for me
 more than my tongue can tell
 of bitterest agony,
 to rescue me from hell.
 Thou sufferedst all for me;
 what have I borne for thee?
 
 And thou hast brought to me, 
 down from thy home above,
 salvation full and free, 
 thy pardon and thy love.
 Great gifts thou broughtest me; 
 what have I brought to thee?
 
 O let my life be given, 
 my years for thee be spent,
 world fetters all be riven, 
 and joy with suffering blent!
 Thou gavest thyself for me; 
 I give myself to thee.
 Amen.