At Calvary

Crown of thorns upon His head
Through the city He was led
Many wished to see Him dead at Calvary

Hands He cured were raised in jest
Tongues He loosed joined with the rest
Cursing were the ones He blessed at Calvary

But still He came to Calvary’s hill
There His precious blood would be spilled
Then at last salvation’s cup would be filled
For you and me

Heaven’s highest throne He would leave
Knowing well the treatment He’d received
Risking all if only one would believe
In Calvary

Carpentry was once His trade
Furniture it was He made
Now upon the cross He’s laid at Calvary

Wood and nails the things He used
Now with these His body bruised
The chance to save Himself refused at Calvary

But still He came to Calvary’s hill
There His precious blood would be spilled
Then at last salvation’s cup would be filled
For you and me

Heaven’s highest throne He would leave
Knowing well the treatment He’d received
Risking all if only one would believe
In Calvary, Calvary, Calvary, Calvary

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Copyright 1984 by John T. Anderson