1 Clinging to Calvary, where naught but love I see,
Looking in mercy on me as I cry;
How can it ever be Jesus should die for me,—
That He should perish for one such as I?
Refrain:
O it is wonderful that He should think of me,
Coming to earth to die on Calvary;
Yes, it is wonderful that He should die for me,
Lord, all I have is Thine ever to be.
2 There, in the garden gloom I see and empty tomb,
Where is my Master, whose heart broke for me?
Lo, at my side He stands, shows me His wounded hands,
Whispers so gently, “All this was for thee.” [Refrain]
3 Close to His wounded side I would content abide,
Joy would be full in His presence to rest;
Still, since He bids me to go where rings the cry of woe,
I’ll do His bidding and give Him my best. [Refrain]
Source: Sacred Praise: for Use in Gospel Meetings, Evangelistic Services ... #85