1. It was at Calv’ry my Christ set me free,
Nailing my transgressions all on the tree,
Shedding His own blood to ransom my soul;
He cleansed my heart and made me whole.

CHORUS

Look to Calv’ry and His love,
When you face the wind and storm;
He will reach you from above,
He will send you peace and calm;
There’s a secret place in the Calv’ry’s love,
Where you feel His fondling arm;
Beneath his wings, on the Saviour’s breast
Where naught can you alarm.

2. It was at Calv’ry I rose from the dead,
Christ is my life now I’m washed by His blood;
By death He bought me, so I’m His alone;
Henceforth, shall my heart be His throne.

3. It was Calv’ry my sickness He bore,
I need not therefore bear them any more;
Healing now flows from His stripes for us all;
Let’s go to Him and be made whole.

4. It was at Calv’ry Christ conquered the foe,
Bruising his head made him an open show;
Highly exalted He reigns over all,
Let nations adhere to His call.

5. It was at Calv’ry He rent down the veil,
Brought me to the Father, though I was so frail;
Made me His Bride, holy, blameless in love;
He’ll come soon for me, from above.