Calvary by The Pilot

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Michigan · Apr 8, 1902

Calvary

By The Pilot

UNDER an Eastern sky, Amid a rabble's cry, A Man went forth to die For me.

Thorn-crowned his blessed head, Blood-stained his every tread; Cross-laden, on he sped, For me.

Pierced are his hands and feet, Three hours upon him beat Fierce rays of noontide heat, For me.

Thus wert Thou made all mine; Lord, make me wholly thine; Grant grace and strength divine To me

In thought and word and deed Thy will to do. O, lead My soul, e'en though it bleed, To thee.

— The Pilot.