When I see my Saviour, 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.
Christ, the King of glory gave up His heav'nly home;
Humbled for a season, dying to save his own.
Now he is exalted; He has paid sin's price,
Ransomed guilty sinners by His sacrifice.
