#70Calvary

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When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.
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See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
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Since I, alas, was one for whom He died, Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the cross of Christ, my Lord, Save in the cross of Christ, my Lord.
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Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a tribute far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my life, my soul, my all.
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Chorus

Calvary, Calvary, Calvary! Where Jesus gave His life for me; Calvary, Calvary, Calvary! Blessed place of victory!

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Copyright, 1895, by Wm. R. Newell