- Up Calv'ry's mountain, one dreadful morn
Walked Christ my Savior, weary and worn;
Facing for sinners death on the cross,
That He might save them from endless loss.
- "Father, forgive them!" thus did He pray,
E'en while His life-blood flowed fast away;
Praying for sinners while in such woe
No one but Jesus ever loved so.
- O how I love Him, Savior and friend!
How can my praises ever find end!
Thru years unnumbered on heaven's shore,
My tongue shall praise Him forevermore.
Blessed Redeemer, precious Redeemer!
Seems now I see Him on Calvary's tree
Wounded and bleeding, for sinners pleading
Blind and unheeding--dying for me!