If I had knelt at Calvary that day when Jesus died,

If I had seen his agony when He was crucified,

If I had heard his pleas for peace when others mocked his name,

Would I have bowed my sorry head or scoffed his stinging pain?

If I had watched at Calvary the death of Jesus Christ,

If I had heard his last few words without a compromise,

If I had listened to his prayer when seeking pure relief,

Would I have looked away in shame, or shared his holy grief?

If I had been at Calvary that day when Jesus died,

I would have thanked Him graciously for all He sacrificed.

I would have helped Him lift that cross and walked right by his side.

I would have wiped his bleeding brow and helped Him to abide.

I would have peered through tear-stained eyes and given Him my soul,

Then promised Him my perfect love ‘till He could make me whole.

I would have sought forgiveness and in all things would confide,  

If I had knelt at Calvary that day when Jesus died.