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!
Through unnumbered on heaven’s shore,
My tongue shall praise him forevermore