Author: G. T. Haywood



On Cal'vry's hill of sorrow

Where sin's demands were paid,

And rays of hope for tomorrow

Across our path were laid.



I see a crimson stream of blood,

It flows from Calvary,

Its waves which reach the throne of God,

Are sweeping over me.



Today no condemnation

Abides to turn away

My soul from His salvation,

He's in my heart to stay.



When gloom and sadness whisper,

"You've sinned—no use to pray,"

I look away to Jesus,

And He tells me to say:



And when we reach the portal

Where life forever reigns,

The ransomed hosts' grand final

Will be this glad refrain.