Lè Jezi mouri sou Kalvè,
Lè Kris mouri se te pou mwen.
Mwen mande m èske m a konnen
Konbyen mwen dwe, konbyen mwen dwe?

Kè
Konbyen mwen dwe, lanmou san fen?
Konbyen mwen dwe, si Kris pou mwen?
Mwen konnen sa li fè pou mwen;
Mwen pa ka di konbyen mwen dwe.

Sovè mwen nan Jetsemani,
Te pase pi gran agoni.
Se pou mwen soufrans sa a te ye,
Kòman pou m di konbyen mwen dwe?

Se te lanmou li gen pou mwen
Ki fè l soufri yon mò wonte.
Lè tout san kò li te koule,
Li sove mwen, konbyen mwen dwe !

Lè m a rive nan Syèl la tou,
Rete avèk li pou toujou,
Mwen mèt pale dimil ane;
Mwen pap fin di konbyen mwen dwe.

When Jesus died on Calvary,
When Christ died, it was for me.
I ask myself, will I ever know
How much I owe, how much I owe?

Chorus
How much I owe, love without end?
How much I owe, if Christ for me?
I know what He has done for me;
I cannot say how much I owe.

My Savior in Gethsemane
Endured the greatest agony.
It was for me He suffered so;
How can I say how much I owe?

It was His love He has for me
That made Him suffer shamefully.
When all His blood for me did flow,
He saved me; how much I owe!

When I arrive in Heaven’s land,
To dwell with Him at His right hand,
I’ll speak His praise ten thousand years;
I’ll not exhaust how much I owe.