O, My Savior
Abigail Miller
O, my Savior, crucified
Near Thy cross would I abide
There to look with steadfast eye
On Thy dying agony
Jesus bruised and put to shame
Tells me all Jehovah’s name
God is love I surely know
By the Savior’s depths of woe
In His spotless soul’s distress
I perceive my guiltiness
O, how vile my low estate
Since my ransom was so great
Dwelling on Mt. Calvary
Contrite shall my spirit be
Rest and holiness shall find
Fashioned like my Savior’s mind