|TO Calvary, Lord, in spirit now
Our weary souls repair,
To dwell upon Thy dying love,
And taste its sweetness there.
|2||Sweet resting-place of every heart
That feels the plague of sin,
Yet knows that deep mysterious joy:
The peace of God within.
|3||Dear suffering Lamb! Thy bleeding wounds,
With cords of love divine,
Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee,
And linked our life with Thine.
|4||Our longing eyes would fain behold
That bright and blessèd brow,
Once wrung with bitterest anguish, wear
Its crown of glory now.
|5||Why linger then? Come, Saviour, come,
Responsive to our call;
Come, take Thine ancient power, and reign
The Heir and Lord of all.
|Edward Denny, 1796-1889|