On Calvary’s Hill
My Savior went up Calvary’s hill.
He was obedient to His Father’s will.
It was a difficult and painful road;
Bearing the cross, a heavy load.
He was severely beaten and scarred;
From the lashings, striking His body hard.
With every stroke and spikes of the whip,
Cries of anguish would come from His lips.
His robe was torn and covered with blood.
His steps were slow and He fell with a thud.
At that moment, He could go on no longer.
Someone would carry His cross that was stronger.
They came to the place where He would die.
The tomb was ready where His body would lie.
The soldiers nailed Him to the tree,
But in three days He would be free.
Mary stood at the foot of the cross and cried.
Then He breathed His last breath and died.
His mission was finished, our sins He bore.
The price was paid by His blood forevermore.
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