From Cal­vary a cry was heard,
A bit­ter and heart-rend­ing cry;
My Sav­ior! every mourn­ful word
Bespeaks Thy soul’s deep ago­ny.

A hor­ror of great dark­ness fell
On Thee, Thou spot­less, ho­ly One!
And all the swarm­ing hosts of hell
Conspired to tempt God’s on­ly Son.

The scourge, the thorns, the deep dis­grace,
These Thou couldst bear, nor once re­pine;
But when Je­ho­vah veiled His face,
Unutterable pangs were Thine.

Let the dumb world its si­lence break;
Let peal­ing an­thems rend the sky;
Awake, my slug­gish soul, awake!
He died, that we might ne­ver die.

Lord, on Thy cross I fix mine eye:
If e’er I lose its strong con­trol,
O let that dy­ing, pierc­ing cry
Melt and re­claim my wan­der­ing soul.