Up Calv’ry’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.
O how I love Him, Savior and Friend!
How can my praises ever find end!
Thru years unnumbered on heaven’s shore,
My tongue shall praise Him forevermore.