Saved On Calvary’s Hill

O Lord, with fury please don’t fill Your lips
Or let Your tongue condemn without reprieve,
Though all the world through us in sin has slipped
On venom of the one whose fangs deceive.

Come, save us, though our sin with You must die
And who we are arise with You from grave
To never more again believe the lie
Of him who lives in dark and not Your day.

And then through us Your world create anew
Where sunset always points to coming dawn,
As in each one Your glory we can view
And know to You we always will belong.

That venom from those fangs will never kill
Those saved through You who died on Calvary’s hill.