To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now,
Our waiting souls repair,
To dwell upon thy dying love,
And taste its sweetness there.

Sweet resting-place of every heart
that feels the plague of sin,
Yet knows that deep mysterious joy,
The peace of God within.

There, through Thine hour of deepest woe,
Thy suffering spirit passed;
Grace there its wondrous victory gained,
And love endured its last.

Dear suffering Lamb! Thy bleeding wounds,
With cords of love divine,
Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee,
And linked our life with Thine.