Music by Wolfgang A. Mozart, words by Robert C. Chapman
O my Savior crucified,
Near Your cross would I abide,
Gazing with adoring eye
On Your dying agony.
Jesus, bruised and put to shame,
Tells me all Jehovah's name;
God is love, I surely know
By the Savior's depths of woe.
In His spotless soul's distress,
I have learned my guiltiness;
Oh, how vile my low estate,
Since my ransom was so great!
Rent the veil that closed the way
To my home of heavenly day,
In the flesh of Christ the Lord,
Ever be His name adored!
Yet in sight of Calvary,
Contrite should my spirit be,
Rest and holiness there find
Fashioned like my Savior's mind.