It was at Calv’ry my Christ set me free

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.