The Gos­pel message sent—
Is echoed back again,
From lips in prayer and praise,
And this the sweet refrain:
That Je­sus died for me—
Dear Lamb of Cal­va­ry.

The echo from each heart,
In answer to the call—
Is Here am I, O Lord—
Lo! at Thy feet I fall;
Thou Lamb of Cal­va­ry,
I trust alone in Thee.

Its echoing strains are heard
From palace and from cot—
From lips of age and youth—
His blood can cleanse each spot;
Dear Lamb of Cal­va­ry,
I come, I come to Thee.

Oh, let the Gos­pel sound
In all the land abroad,
And send the echo round,
In honor of our Lord—
The Lamb of Cal­va­ry,
Has died to ransom Thee.