Upon the Cross uplifted high,
The Saviour of the world must die;
Before this sight amazed I cry,
"He thought on me - on Calvary".
Amid tremendous issues there,
The sin of all the world to bear,
The Lord for me has deigned to care;
He thought on me - on Calvary.
The Father’s plan - the work how vast,
Which Christ fulfilled from first to last,
Yet mercy’s look on me He cast;
He thought on me - on Calvary.
His grief was sore, His sorrow great,
As evil men their Maker hate,
But whilst He bore the awful weight
He thought on me - on Calvary.
Oh! Who am I that He should think
On such a work, on hell’s steep brink,
To forge with me this changeless link?
He thought on me - on Calvary.
Throughout eternal ages long,
In heaven’s glory, midst the throng,
I’ll sing for aye this gladsome song:
"He thought on me - on Calvary".
