1 Out onto Calv'ry's hill,
Where Jesus died I'll go;
To hear the words He speaks,
To see Him in His woe.
2 How great the pains, O Lord,
Afflict Thee on this day;
"My God, my God", He calls,
"Forsake me not, I pray".
3 No vengeance fills His heart,
For them I hear Him plead;
"They know not what they do,
Forgive them for this deed".
4 No Mary weeps for Him;
In love He soothes her lot;
"See, mother, thine own son,
"Thou, friend, forsake her not".
5 The thief in penitence,
Is pardoned e'er he dies;
"Today shalt thou yet be
With me in Paradise".
6 "I thirst," He cries in pain;
For there is no distress,
Which Christ, the Friend of man,
Endured not at His death.
7 He bows His head and cries,
"'Tis finished, all is done;
O God, receive my soul,"
Life's victory is won.
Source: The Christian Hymnary. Bks. 1-4 #133