A Hill, A Cross
A hill, a cross, a dark'ning sky,
And on that Hill a Man did die.
His enemies laughed
and mocked as He died.
His friends ran away. (His poor mother cried.)
He died in shame, He died in pain.
His Blood was spilt-a crimson stain.
The dying lips moved;
"Forgive the." He said.
"'Tis finished!" He cried...the Man was dead.
O thrill of Joy! O victory!!
His death was Life-'twas Life for me.
But more than a man,
and more than a dream--
A promise of Hope, of glories unseen!
He conquered Death, He conquered Hell,
He rose again- glad tidings tell!
He lives evermore;
Rejoice, O my soul!
Sing praise while the years of Eternity roll.
He died for me on Calvary
The price He paid to set me free.
He is the Christ, the Crucified;
My precious Lord-the Son of God.
