1 On dark Calvary
Stands a cruel tree,
Where Christ the Saviour died;
And the love thus shown
Doth for sin atone—
Jesus the Crucified.
Refrain:
O precious cross of Calvary,
Where Christ the Saviour died,
Pouring forth His blood,
A redeeming flood—
Jesus, the Crucified.
2 All my sins I bring
To the cross and cling
Where Christ the Saviour died;
And He speaks release,
Gives my soul sweet peace—
Jesus, the Crucified. [Refrain]
3 On this sacred hill
Precious mem’ries thrill,
Where Christ the Saviour died;
And I count but loss
All, beside the cross—
Jesus the Crucified. [Refrain]
4 Come unto the Lord,
Hear His pard’ning word,
Where Christ the Saviour died;
All your burdens lay
At His feet today—
Jesus, the Crucified. [Refrain]
Source: The Voice of Thanksgiving #11