O Our Saviour, crucified!
Near Thy Cross would we abide,
There to look with steadfast eye
On Thy dying agony.
Near Thy Cross would we abide,
There to look with steadfast eye
On Thy dying agony.
Jesus bruised and put to shame
Tells us all Jehovah’s Name;
God is love, we surely know
By the Saviour’s depths of woe.
In His spotless soul’s distress
We perceive our guiltiness;
O how vile our low estate
Since our ransom was so great.
Dwelling on Mount Calvary
Contrite shall our spirits be;
Rest and holiness shall find,
Fashioned like our Saviour’s mind.