1 Someone is be­tray­ing the Sav­ior and Lord,
Who free­ly thro’ love died each soul to re­deem;
Someone is de­ny­ing, re­ject­ing His word,
Tho’ tread­ing the banks of death’s tur­bu­lent stream.

Refrain:
Lord, is it I? Lord, is it I?
Betraying and sell­ing Thee day af­ter day?
Lord, is it I? Lord, is it I?
Convict and con­vert me, I ear­nest­ly pray!

2 Someone is re­ceiv­ing the price of the Christ,
And guilt­ily turn­ing in tri­umph away;
By riches and world­ly al­lure­ments en­ticed,
Disdaining al­le­giance the Sav­ior to pay. [Refrain]

3 Someone still is bind­ing the Fa­ther’s own Son,
And plat­ting the thorns as a crown for His brow;
The mul­ti­tude join­ing, tho’ lost and un­done,
To mock and re­vile, as be­fore Him they bow. [Refrain]

4 Oh! yes, I have sold Him, my Sa­vior and friend,
Who for me His life on dark Cal­va­ry gave;
But now in con­tri­tion and ang­uish I bend,
Confessing, sur­render­ing, be­liev­ing He’ll save! [Refrain]