At Calvary

The words for “At Calvary” were written by American hymn writer, William Newell (1868 – 1956). Song leader Daniel Towner wrote the musical portion of the hymn. One afternoon, Newell was walking to teach his next class while thinking about Christ’s sacrifice on the cross. When he got to his classroom, he grabbed the only paper around, an old envelope, and the lyrics began to flow out of him. He showed the poem to his friend at the school, Towner, and just as quickly the song leader penned the musical portion. Thus, ” At Calvary” was born in a quick manner.

Lyrics: William R. Newell
Music: Daniel B. Towner

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!

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2 Responses to “At Calvary”

  1. Leon Estes says:

    Christopher; this song carries special memories for me.

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    Suggestion for another one to post:

    W & M By Mrs Will L Murphy (D) (c) 1909
    [Note: Verses are in 3/4 time, and chorus in 4/4 time.]

    1. There’s a peace in my heart that the world never gave,
    A peace it can not take away;
    Though the trials of life may surround like a cloud,
    I’ve a peace that has come there to stay!

    Constantly abiding, Jesus is mine;
    Constantly abiding, Rapture divine;
    He never leaves me lonely, whispers O so kind;
    “I will never leave thee.” Jesus is mine.

    2. All the world seemed to sing of a Savior and king,
    When peace sweetly came to my heart;
    Troubles all fled away and my night turned to day,
    Blessed Jesus, how glorious Thou art!

    3. This treasure I have in a temple of clay,
    While here on His footstool I roam;
    But He’s coming to take me some glorious day,
    Over there to my heavenly home!

  2. Karen says:

    Love this one!

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