As Near to Calvary I Pass

As near to Cal­va­ry I pass

Methinks I see a bloody cross

Where a poor vic­tim hangs

His flesh with rug­ged ir­ons tore

His limbs all dressed in pu­rple gore

Gasping in dy­ing pangs.

Surprised the spec­ta­cle to see

I asked

Who can this vic­tim be

In such ex­qui­site pain?

Why thus con­signed to woes

I cried

’Tis I

the bleed­ing God re­plied

To save a world from sin.

A God for re­bel mor­tal dies;

How can it be? my soul re­plies

What! Je­sus die for me?

Yes

saith the suf­fer­ing Son of God

I give My life

I spill My blood

For thee

poor soul

for thee.

Lord

since Thy life Thou’st free­ly giv’n

To bring my wretch­ed soul to Heav’n

And bless me with Thy love

Then at Thy feet

O God

I’ll fall

Give Thee my life

my soul

my all

To reign with Thee ab­ove.