CALVARY.
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And when they were come to the place which is called Calvary, there they crucified him.—Luke, xxiii. 33.
O Calvary! how blessed are thy borders, More holy than God’s sanctuary mount, Of whose high praise be Angels the recorders; But grateful Man thy praises shall recount, There Jesus is adored, but here he died! O Calvary! that road is as a fount, Whence with a sanguine stream thou art supplied, Yet healing as Bethesda.—Calvary! J. A. Heraud.
From Calvary a cry was heard, A long reiterated cry; My Saviour’s every mournful word Bespeaks thy soul’s deep agony. ***** Let the dumb world her silence break; Let pealing anthems rend the sky! Awake, my sluggish soul, awake! He died, that we may never die. Cunningham.
When on Sinai’s top I see God descend in Majesty, To proclaim His holy law, All my spirit sinks with awe. When, in ecstacy sublime, Tabor’s glorious steep I climb, At the too transporting light, Darkness rushes o’er my sight. When on Calvary I rest, God, in flesh made manifest, Shines in my Redeemer’s face, Full of beauty, truth, and grace. Here I would for ever stay, Weep and gaze my soul away; Thou art heaven on earth to me, Lovely, mournful Calvary. J. Montgomery.