The Gospel message sent—
Is echoed back again,
From lips in prayer and praise,
And this the sweet refrain:
That Jesus died for me—
Dear Lamb of Calvary.

The echo from each heart,
In answer to the call—
Is “Here am I, O Lord—
Lo! at Thy feet I fall;
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
I trust alone in Thee.”

Its echoing strains are heard
From palace and from cot—
From lips of age and youth—
His blood can cleanse each spot;
Dear Lamb of Calvary,
I come, I come to Thee.

Oh, let the Gospel sound
In all the land abroad,
And send the echo round,
In honor of our Lord—
The Lamb of Calvary,
Has died to ransom Thee.