On Cal­v’ry’s hill of sor­row
Where sin’s de­mands were paid,
And rays of hope for to­mor­row
Across our path were laid.

Refrain

I see a crim­son stream of blood,
It flows from Cal­va­ry,
Its waves which reach the throne of God,
Are sweep­ing ov­er me.

Today no con­dem­na­tion
Abides to turn away
My soul from His sal­va­tion,
He’s in my heart to stay.

Refrain

When gloom and sad­ness whis­per,
You’ve sinned—no use to pray,
I look away to Je­sus,
And He tells me to say:

Refrain

And when we reach the por­tal
Where life for­ev­er reigns,
The ran­somed hosts’ grand fi­nal
Will be this glad re­frain.

Refrain