Text Based On Luke Chapter 13
Go ye, and tell that fox, Behold,
I cast out devils, and I do cures
to day and to morrow, and the third
day I shall be perfected.

To Save A Poor Sinner Like Me

He was wounded for my transgressions,
Acquainted with sorrow was He;
In the garden He prayed,
And sweat great drops of blood,
To save a poor sinner like me.
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner like me.
In the garden He prayed,
And sweat great drops of blood,
To save a poor sinner like me.

He was brought to Pilate for judgment,
He was sentenced to hang on a tree.
“It is finished!”
He cried, when He suffered and died
To save a poor sinner like me.
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner like me.
“It is finished!” He cried,
When He suffered and died
To save a poor sinner like me.

But death and the grave could not hold Him,
He burst them asunder for thee.
On the third day He rose, in spite of His foes,
To save a poor sinner like me.
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner,
To save a poor sinner like me.
On the third day He rose, in spite of His foes,
To save a poor sinner like me.