Hymn for Sunday

Years I Spent in Vanity Years I spent in vanity and pride, Caring not my Lord was crucified, Knowing not it was for me He died On Calvary. Mercy there was great, And grace was free; Pardon there was multiplied to me; There my burdened soul found liberty, At Calvary. By God’s word at last my sin I learned; Then I trembled at the law I’d spurned, Till my guilty soul imploring turned To Calvary. Mercy there was great, And grace was free; Pardon there was multiplied to me; There my burdened soul found liberty, At Calvary. Now I’ve given to Jesus everything; Now I gladly own Him as my King; Now my raptured soul can only sing Of Calvary. Mercy there was great, And grace was free; Pardon there was multiplied to me; There my burdened soul found liberty, At Calvary. O the love that drew salvation’s plan! O the grace that brought it down to man! O the mighty gulf that God did span At Calvary! Mercy there was great, And grace was free; Pardon there was multiplied to me; There my burdened soul found liberty, At Calvary.