453 Under an eastern sky, 1. Under an eastern sky, Amid a rabble's cry, A Man went forth to die, For me! For me! 2. Thorn-crowned His blessed head, Blood-stained His every tread; Cross-laden He was led, For me! For me! 3. Pierced His hands and feet, Three hours o'er Him beat Fierce rays of noon-tide heat, For me! For me! 4. Thus wert Thou made all mine; Lord, make me wholly Thine; Grant grace and strength divine To me! To me! 5. In thought and word and deed, Thy will to do, O lead My soul, e'en though I bleed, To Thee, to Thee.