From Calvary a cry was heard—

A bitter and heart-rending cry:

My Saviour! every mournful word

Bespeaks thy soul’s deep agony.

2 A horror of great darkness fell

On thee, thou spotless holy One!

And all the swarming hosts of hell

Conspired to tempt God’s only Son.

3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace—

These thou couldst bear, nor once repine;

But when Jehovah vailed his face,

Unutterable pangs were thine.

4 Let the dumb world its silence break;

Let pealing anthems rend the sky;

Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!

He died, that we might never die.

5 Lord! on thy cross I fix mine eye;

If e’er I lose its strong control,

O! let that dying, piercing cry,

Melt and reclaim my wandering soul.