O Calvary, immortalized by death
Of Him who as our Maker granted breath
To mortals here! Upon the cursed tree,
Grief-stricken, with the dreadful agony
Of awful wo, the Prince once glorified,
Adored by heaven, in ignominy died.
Undone, we fall before the majesty
Of Heaven's gift, that sinners might be free.
Our hearts, amazed, extol the mighty cost
The Father gave to justify the lost—
The love that finite mind can never know,
Which yielded all, His mercy to bestow.
O for a soul imbued with Calvary,
Compassionate with tender sympathy,
That spurns no cross, nor shuns the darkest hour,
When evil hosts are marshaled in their power;
Firm by the strength of Christ, the Man who died,
Urged by the Spirit of the Glorified,
Strong in the love that counts no gift as loss,
Blessed by a daily vision of His cross!
