I Dreamed I Saw The Savior Clash


I dream’d I saw the Saviour climb
Up Calvary, up Calvary !
I sorrowed, oh, I sorrowed sore,
To see the heavy Cross he bore;
I cried, ‘Ah, Christ, and must it be!’
He sigh’d, ‘This Cross was made by thee.’

I dream’d I saw the Saviour scourg’d,
Up Calvary, up Calvary!
I wept to see the drops of gore
Ooze from the cruel thorns he wore;
But, lo! His voice it called to me:
‘The sharpest thorn was set by thee.’

I dream’d I saw the Saviour slain
On Calvary, on Calvary;
When thro’ His hands the hard nails tore,
My heart was pierced to the core:
But hark! a whisper from the tree:
‘The spikes are but the sins of thee.’