1 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.

2 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.

3 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?

5 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.