Up Calvary’s Mountain, One Dreadful Morn,
Walked Christ My Savior, Weary And Worn;
Facing For Sinners Death On The Cross,
That He Might Save Them From Endless Loss.

Blessed Redeemer! Precious Redeemer!
Seems Now I See Him On Calvary’s Tree;
Wounded And Bleeding, For Sinners Pleading,
Blind And Unheeding—Dying For Me!

“Father Forgive Them!” Thus Did He Pray,
E’en While His Lifeblood Flowed Fast Away;
Praying For Sinners While In Such Woe—
No One But Jesus Ever Loved So.

Oh, How I Love Him, Savior And Friend,
How Can My Praises Ever Find End!
Through Years Unnumbered On Heaven’s Shore,
My Tongue Shall Praise Him Forevermore.

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