W. R. Newell
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.
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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.
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Now I’ve given to Jesus everything;
Now I gladly own Him as my King;
Now my raptured soul can only sing
Of Calvary.
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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!