Why did the Savior die for me on Calvary’s mount?

Why did He suffer readily with never a doubt?

How could his Father bear to view as He hung with pain?

Was there a cov’ring then He drew like sun over rain?

The Savior died for me on Calvary’s hill.

He loved his Father; He acknowledged pure will.

The only purpose there was true charity.

The sole intention then was His love for me.

Why did the Savior suffer for a sinner like me?

How could his off’ring open doors to let me go free?

How could He be alone that day when blood ran like tears?

Why would He bear this cross to say there are no more fears?

The Savior suffered more than any will know,

So He could be with me wherever I go.

I’ll never be alone; His focus I’ll be.

He’ll never leave His child, a sinner like me.