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.
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Blessed Redeemer, precious Reddemer!
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 death on the cross,
That He might save them from endless loss.

O 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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