TO Calvary, Lord, in spirit now Our weary 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.
Dear suffering Lamb! Thy bleeding wounds, With cords of love divine, Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee, And linked our life with Thine.
Our longing eyes would fain behold That bright and blessèd brow, Once wrung with bitterest anguish, wear Its crown of glory now.
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