O, my Savior, crucified, Near Thy cross would I abide. There to look with steadfast eye On Thy dying agony. Jesus bruised and put to shame Tells me all Jehovah's name. God is love I surely know By the Savior's depths of woe. In His spotless soul's distress I perceive my guiltiness. O, how vile my low estate Since my ransom was so great. Dwelling on Mt. Calvary Contrite shall my spirit be Rest and holiness shall find Fashioned like my Savior's mind.