Turn from the world mine eyes and see
This mournful sight of Calvary;
See Him expiring on the cross,
The Son of God! to ransom us.
Behold His feet, His hands, how torn!
His sacred temples pierced with thorns:
An emblem of the curse He bore
For us, our lost estate t' restore.
"'Tis finished!" the Redeemer cried,
Then bow'd His sacred head and died;
The price is paid, the prisoners freed,
And death and hell are captive led.
Then from the cross He's taken down,
Securely laid within the tomb;
From whence He rose, and lives on high,
To plead for us eternally.
