A Dream of Calvary

Verse 1

I dream’d I saw the Saviour climb Up Calvary, up Calvary ! I sorrowed, oh, I sorrowed sore, To see the heavy Cross he bore; I cried, ‘Ah, Christ, and must it be!’ He sigh’d, ‘This Cross was made by thee.’

Verse 2

I dream’d I saw the Saviour scourg’d, Up Calvary, up Calvary! I wept to see the drops of gore Ooze from the cruel thorns he wore; But, lo! His voice it called to me: ‘The sharpest thorn was set by thee.’

Verse 3

I dream’d I saw the Saviour slain On Calvary, on Calvary; When thro’ His hands the hard nails tore, My heart was pierced to the core: But hark! a whisper from the tree: ‘The spikes are but the sins of thee.’