Empty the soul that is crying,
For a Saviour desperately,
Hard is the heart denying,
The Christ of Calvary.
Lost the soul that is grieving,
For the Saviour it cannot see.
Blest is the heart perceiving,
The Christ of Calvary.
Longing the soul for believing,
Striving the Saviour to see.
Soft is the heart receiving,
The Christ of Calvary.
Glad the redeemed retelling,
The Saviourââ¬â¢s victory.
Bright is the heart rejoicing,
In a soul now free.
Chorus (If used as a song.)
The Christ, the Christ of Calvary,
He died for you, and He died for me.
The Christ, the Christ of Calvary,
He lives for you, and He lives for me.
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