On Calvary (MacGill)

It pleased the Lord to bruise His on­ly Son

On Cal­va­ry

That He might ran­som sin­ners such as you

And set you free;

He hid His face from Je­sus

whom He loved

So ten­der­ly

With all His heart in yearn­ings deep and true

On Cal­va­ry.

Although the pierc­ing wail went up on high

From Cal­va­ry

My God

O why hast Thou for­sak­en Me

On Cal­va­ry?

The heav’ns re­turned nor ec­ho

groan nor sigh

On that dark day

And all that He might free­ly par­don me

On Cal­va­ry.

And canst thou

sin­ner

stand be­neath the cross

Of Cal­va­ry

To see His life’s blood drop­ping sure­ly down

Unheedingly;

And treat His cru­el suf­fer­ing as dross

On Cal­va­ry

While He is wear­ing sor­row’s hea­vy crown

In ag­ony?

The cross un­folds the won­drous love di­vine

On Cal­va­ry

And shows in woe love’s ma­jes­ty su­preme

On Cal­va­ry;

Then yield to Him that bur­dened heart of thine

At Cal­va­ry

And then the cross will be thy theme through­out

Eternity.