To Calvary, Lord, in Spirit Now

To Calv’ry

Lord

in spir­it now

Our wea­ry souls re­pair

To dwell up­on Thy dy­ing love

And taste its sweet­ness there.

Sweet rest­ing place of ev­ery heart

That feels the plague of sin

Yet knows that deep mys­te­ri­ous joy

The peace with God

with­in.

There

through Thine hour of deep­est woe

Thy suf­fer­ing spir­it passed;

Grace there its won­drous vic­to­ry gained

And love en­dured its last.

Dear suf­fer­ing Lamb! Thy bleed­ing wounds

With cords of love di­vine

Have drawn our will­ing hearts to Thee

And linked our life with Thine.

Thy sym­pa­thies and hopes are ours:

Dear Lord! we wait to see

Creation

all be­low

above

Redeemed and blest by Thee.

Our long­ing eyes would fain be­hold

That bright and bless­èd brow

Once wrung with bit­ter­est ang­uish

wear

Its crown of glo­ry now.

Why lin­ger then? Come

Sav­ior

come

Responsive to our call;

Come

claim Thine an­cient pow­er

and reign

The Heir and Lord of all.