Upon the rugged cross of Calvary, was there my blessed Savior cried,
Forgive them for they know not what they do, Oh, sinner friend for you He died.
His hands are gently knocking on your door, outside He's pleading to come in.
His heart is breaking as He waits for you to wash you free from every sin.
Those cruel thorns they pierced my Savior's head, the blood was flowing down his face.
In shame, forsaken there He hung and died, oh, sinner friend He took your place.
Someday He's coming back to claim His own, we'll fly to Heaven's golden shore.
A crown of life He gives on that glad day, with Him we'll live forever more.