213. On Calvary We've Adoring Stood

P.M.
by J.G. Deck
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On Calvary we’ve adoring stood,
 
And gazed on that wondrous cross,
 
Where the holy, spotless Lamb of God
 
Was slain in His love for us;
 
How our hearts have stirred at that solemn cry,
 
While the sun was enwrapt in night,
 
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
 
Most blessed, most awful sight.
“And when they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there they crucified him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and the other on the left.” (Luke 23:33)
“For such an high priest became us, who is holy, harmless, undefiled, separate from sinners, and made higher than the heavens.” (Hebrews 7:26)
“But with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot.” (1 Peter 1:19)
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” (John 15:13)
“And it was about the sixth hour, and there was a darkness over all the earth until the ninth hour.” (Luke 23:44)
“And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? which is, being interpreted, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” (Mark 15:34)
“<<To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David.>> My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?” (Psalm 22:1)
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Our sins were laid on His sacred head,
 
The curse by our Lord was borne;
 
For us a victim our Savior bled,
 
And endurèd that death of scorn;
 
Himself He gave our poor hearts to win — 
 
(Was ever love, Lord, like Thine!)
 
From the paths of folly, and shame, and sin,
 
And fill them with joys divine.
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We’ve watched by the tomb where our Savior lay
 
When He entered the gloomy grave;
 
And by death the power of death might slay
 
And His lambs from the lion save.
 
Oh! glorious time when the Victor rose!
 
He liveth no more to die;
 
He hath bruised the head of our mighty foes,
 
For us was His victory!
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The gates of heaven are opened wide,
 
At His name all the angels bow;
 
The Son of Man who was crucified
 
Is the King of glory now:
 
We love to look up and behold Him there,
 
The Lamb for His chosen slain;
 
And soon shall His saints all His glories share,
 
With their Head and their Lord shall reign.
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And now we draw near to the throne of grace,
 
For His blood and the Priest are there;
 
And we joyfully seek God’s holy face,
 
With our censer of praise and prayer.
 
The burning mount and the mystic veil,
 
With our terrors and guilt, are gone;
 
Our conscience has peace that can never fail,
 
’Tis the Lamb on high on the throne.
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