Years I spent in vanity and pride,
Caring not my Lord was cru—ci—fied,
Knowing not it was for me He died,
On Cal—va—ry
Mercy there was great, and grace was free,
Pardon here was multiplied to me;
There my burdened soul found liberty,
At Cal—va—ry
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 Cal—va—ry
Now I've given to Jesus eve—ry—thing,
Now I gladly own Him as my King,
Now my raptured soul can on—ly sing,
Of Cal—va—ry
Oh, the love that drew salvation's plan!,
Oh, the grace that brought it down to man!
Oh, the mighty gulf that God did span
At Cal—va—ry