Grant Tullar was helping with evangelistic meetings in Rutherford, New Jersey. He, along with the pastor and his wife, did some visitation Sunday afternoon. They got back to the pastor's home rather late, and supper was rushed. Things were put on the table quickly, and everyone was invited to make his own snack. One of the items set out was an almost empty jar of jelly. Knowing how much Tullar liked it, the pastor and his wife both passed it by. Tullar accepted their kindness with a smile, saying, "So, this is all for me, is it?" Instantly, the little phrase "all for me" gripped his thoughts. He went over to the piano and composed on the spot the now familiar tune, along with some words-"All for me the Savior suffered, all for me He bled and died…" The pastor was thrilled. He asked that the song be taught to the people in the evening service. Tullar declined, saying he wanted to work on it a bit more. But that never happened. The next day, a letter arrived from a Carrie Breck. She had written a poem, and wondered if Mr. Tullar could set it to music. To his amazement, the meter exactly fit the tune composed the evening before. The two have been together ever since.

Source: The Cyberhymnal