O my Saviour, crucified! Near Thy cross may I abide;
O my Saviour, crucified! Near Thy cross may I abide; There to gaze, with steadfast eye, On Thy dying agony.
Jesus, bruised and put to shame, Tells me all the Father’s name; God is love, I surely know, By my Saviour’s depths of woe!
In His sinless soul’s distress, I behold my guiltiness; Oh! how vile my low estate, Since my ransom was so great.
Dwelling on Mount Calvary, Contrite shall my spirit be; Rest and holiness shall find, Fashioned like my Saviour’s mind.
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