On Calvary

Verse 1

Sometimes a vision comes to me, Of Christ, my Lord, on Calvary. I see Him climb the rugged road, Bowed down beneath His awful load. I hear the mocking rabble’s cry, I see the scoffing hosts go by, But on He presses, weak and faint, He falters not, nor makes complaint.

Chorus

O may the story of His love, To penitence, the sinner move, Till each shall cry, “For me—for me! Christ Jesus died on Calvary.”

Verse 2

O Christ, my Saviour, Thou couldst see The swiftly nearing tragedy; Already in Thy hands could feel The torture of the cruel steel. Thy heart was breaking ‘neath the weight Of man’s great sin,—but O, so great The love, that Thou Thy life couldst give, That all who look to Thee might live.

Verse 3

O blest Redeemer, never let My heart for one brief hour forget How much the sinner owes to Thee; Nor that “the sinner” meaneth me! O help me feel what love was Thine, What pity, wondrous and divine, That Thou shouldst bear the cross for me, And die on cruel Calvary.