He Was Nailed To The Cross For Me

What a wonderful, wonderful Savior,
Who would die on the cross for me!
Freely shedding His precious lifeblood,
That the sinner might be made free.

Chorus:
He was nailed to the cross for me,
He was nailed to the cross for me;
On the cross crucified for me He died;
He was nailed to the cross for me.

Thus He left His heavenly glory,
To accomplish His Father’s plan;
He was born of the virgin Mary,
Took upon Him the form of man.

He was wounded for our transgressions,
And He carried our sorrows, too;
He’s the Healer of ev’ry sickness,
This He came to the world to do.

So He gave His life for others
In Redeeming this world from sin,
And He’s gone to prepare a mansion,
That at last we may enter in.

Lyrics By Frederick Arthur Graves

Orphaned at age 9, Graves was di­a­gnosed with ep­i­lep­sy when he was 14. At age 21, he moved to No­bles Coun­ty, Min­ne­so­ta, and it ap­peared for a while that his seiz­ures had stopped. Grate­ful for hav­ing been healed, he be­gan to serve the Amer­i­can Sun­day School Un­ion. He stu­died the Bi­ble and mu­sic in Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois, and North­field, Mass­a­chu­setts.

Up­on re­turn to Minn­e­ap­o­lis and hear­ing evan­gel­ist John Al­ex­an­der Dow­ie, Graves ex­per­i­enced per­ma­nent heal­ing; this pro­vid­ed a back­drop for his Gos­pel songs. Later, he moved to Zi­on Ci­ty, Il­li­nois, where he lived the rest of his life. All of his child­ren at­tend­ed the Cent­ral Bi­ble In­sti­tute in Spring­field, Mis­souri. Graves him­self was or­dained an As­sem­blies of God min­is­ter in 1918.

H/T: Cyber Hymnal