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