Verse 1
To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now
Our weary souls repair,
To dwell upon Thy dying love,
And taste its sweetness there.
Verse 2
Sweet resting-place of every heart
That feels the plague of sin,
Yet knows that deep mysterious joy,
The peace of God within.
Verse 3
There through Thine hour of deep-
est wo.
Thy suffering spirit passedzz;
Grace there it’s wondrous victory
gained,
And love endured its last
Verse 4
Dear suffering Lamb, Thy bleeding
wounds,
With cords of love divine,
Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee,
And linked our life with Thine.
Verse 5
Our longing eyes would fain behold
That bright and blessed brow,
Once wrung with bitterest anguish,[wear
its crown of glory now.
E. Denny.