Music by Hugh Wilson, words by Edward Denny
To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now,
Our grateful souls retreat,
To dwell upon Your dying love,
And rest in peace so sweet.
Sweet resting place of every heart
That feels the plague of sin,
Yet knows that deep mysterious joy
Of peace with God, within.
There, through Your hour of deepest woe,
Your suffering spirit passed;
Grace there its wondrous victory gained,
And love endured its last.
Our longing eyes would now behold
That bright and blessed brow,
Once wrung with bitterest anguish there,
It's crowned with glory now.
Your sympathies and hopes are ours:
We long, O Lord, to view
Creation, all below, above,
Redeemed and blessed by You.