Whene’er I think of thee,

O! sacred Calvary,

Love fills my breast.

Flow, then, the joyous tears;

Flee, all my guilty fears;

Saviour! thy cross appears,

And I find rest.

2 When from thy bleeding side

I see the crimson tide

Streaming for me;

Faith in thy flowing blood,

O! spotless Lamb of God,

Points me from earth’s dark clod,

Upward to thee.

3 When death’s unsparing dart

Pierces my fainting heart,

Sweetly I’ll sing:

Grave! thou no terror hast;

All fearful gloom is past;

Victor through Christ at last,

Death has no sting!