Years I spent 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 God’s Word at last my sin I learned;
Then I trembled at the law I’d spurned,
Till my guilty soul imploring turned to Calvary.
Now I’ve given to Jesus everything,
Now I gladly own Him as my King,
Now my raptured soul can only sing of Calvary!
Oh, the love that drew salvation’s plan!
Oh, the grace that brought it down to man!
Oh, the mighty gulf that God did span at Calvary!
“At Calvary” is the testimony of its author William Newell. He was a rebellious teenager and his father was desperate. His father wrote to Moody Bible Institute in Chicago begging the president of the college to allow William to attend.
On one condition, that William meet with the president daily. With much prayer by both the father and president, William’s life turned around and he later became a pastor, evangelist and popular conference speaker. Never forgetting his wonderful transformation he wrote this beautiful hymn.
Luke 23:33
And when they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there they crucified him….
