Lynda Randle - At calvary

^D Years I spent in vanity and pride,^A caring not my Lord was^D crucified ^D Knowing not it was for me He died, at^A Cal – va –^D ry

^G Mercy there was great and^D grace was free,^A pardon there was multi -^D plied to me ^G There my burdened soul found^D liberty, at^A Cal – va –^D ry^{G D A G D}

^D O the love that drew salvation's plan,^A oh the grace that brought it^D down to man ^D And O that mighty gulf that God did span, at^A Calv^Dary

^G Mercy there was great and^D grace was free,^A pardon there was multi ^D- plied to me ^G There my burdened soul found^D liberty, at^A Cal – va –^D ry

^G Mercy there was great and^D grace was free,^A pardon there was multi -^D plied to me ^G There my burdened soul found^D liberty, at^A Cal – va –^D ry

At^G Cal^Ava^Dry, at^G Calvary, at^D Calvary,^{G D}