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| At Calvary |
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| Years I spent in vanity and pride, |
| Caring not my Lord was crucified, |
| Knowing not it was for me He died on Calvary. |
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| Mercy there was great, and grace was free; |
| Pardon there was multiplied to me; |
| There my burdened soul found liberty at Calvary. |
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| By God’s Word at last my sin I learned; |
| Then I trembled at the law I’d spurned, |
| Till my guilty soul imploring turned to Calvary. |
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| Now I’ve given to Jesus everything, |
| Now I gladly own Him as my King, |
| Now my raptured soul can only sing of Calvary! |
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| Oh, the love that drew salvation’s plan! |
| Oh, the grace that brought it down to man! |
| Oh, the mighty gulf that God did span at Calvary! |
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