When I see my Savior, hanging on Calvary,
Bearing there for sinners bitterest agony.
Gratitude o�erwhelms me, makes mine eyes grow dim,
All my ransomed being captive is to Him.

I can see the blood drops, red �neath His thorny crown,
From the cruel nail wounds now they are falling down;
Lord, when I would wander from Thy love away,
Let me see those blood drops shed for me that day.

�Why hast thou forsaken?� List to that sad, sad moan!
Oh, His heart was broken, suffering there alone;
Broken then that mortals ne�er need cry in vain
For God�s love and comfort, in the hour of pain.