W. R. Newell

P.M.

YEARS I spent in vanity and pride,

Caring not my Lord was crucified,

Knowing not it was for me He died

On Calvary!

Mercy there was great, and grace was free;

Pardon there was multiplied to me;

There my burdened soul found liberty,

At Calvary.

2

By God’s Word at last my sin I learned,

Then I trembled at the law I’d spurned,

Till my guilty soul imploring turned

To Calvary.

3

Now I’ve given to Jesus everything;

Now I gladly own Him as my King;

Now my raptured soul can only sing

Of Calvary.

4

O, the love that drew salvation’s plan!

O, the grace that brought it down to man!

O, the mighty gulf that God did span

At Calvary!