P. S. Wilmot
A Walking New Man
Artist and writer
AT CALVARY
Years I spend in Vanity
and pride caring not my Lord was crucified
Knowing not it was for me
He died on Calvary
Mercy there was great
And grace was free
Pardon there was multiplied to me
There my Burdened soul found liberty
At Calvary
By Gods words at least
My sin I learned
Then I tremble at the
Law i'd spurned
Then my guilty soul
Imploring turned
To Calvary
O the love that drew salvation's plan
O the grace that brought
It Down to man
O the mighty gulf
That God did span
At Calvary
Now I've given to Jesus
Everything now
I'm Gladly own him as my king
Now my raptured soul can only sing
Of Calvary
Mercy there was great and grace was free
At Calvary
You walk not alone; He came not to earth to died to leave you lonely. He walks with you, now and into the future. Keep your hand in the Master’s hand, He loves you.