It pleased the Lord to bruise His only Son
On Cal­va­ry,
That He might ransom sinners such as you,
And set you free;
He hid His face from Je­sus, whom He loved
So tenderly,
With all His heart in yearnings deep and true
On Cal­va­ry.

Although the piercing wail went up on high
From Cal­va­ry,
My God, O why hast Thou forsaken Me
On Calvary?
The heav’ns returned nor echo, groan nor sigh
On that dark day,
And all that He might freely pardon me
On Cal­va­ry.

And canst thou, sinner, stand beneath the cross
Of Cal­va­ry,
To see His life’s blood dropping surely down
Unheedingly;
And treat His cruel suffering as dross
On Cal­va­ry,
While He is wearing sorrow’s heavy crown
In agony?

The cross unfolds the wondrous love divine
On Cal­va­ry,
And shows in woe love’s majesty supreme
On Cal­va­ry;
Then yield to Him that burdened heart of thine
At Cal­va­ry,
And then the cross will be thy theme throughout
Eternity.