On Calvary
My Savior gave His life for me
A perfect sacrifice to be,
A wreath of thorns and bitter wine,
So God's own kingdom could be mine.

His blood was poured from hands and feet
So God, in heaven, I could meet.
"It is finished!" Then He cried;
My dearest Jesus.....Crucified.
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