O, my Savior, crucified,
Near Thy cross would I abide.
There to look with steadfast eye
On Thy dying agony.
Jesus bruised and put to shame
Tells me all Jehovah's name.
God is love I surely know
By the Savior's depths of woe.
In His spotless soul's distress
I perceive my guiltiness.
O, how vile my low estate
Since my ransom was so great.
Dwelling on Mt. Calvary
Contrite shall my spirit be
Rest and holiness shall find
Fashioned like my Savior's mind.

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