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Crooked Still

Calvary

 

Calvary

(album: Some Strange Country - 2010)


There's a hill lone and grey
In a land far away
In a country beyond the blue sea;
Where beneath that fair sky
Went a man forth to die
For the world and for you and for me

Oh, it bowed down my heart
And the teardrops will start
When in memory all the grey hill I see;
For 'twas there on its side
Jesus suffered and died
To redeem a poor sinner like me

Behold, faint on the road
'Neath the world's heavy load
Comes a thorn-crowned man on the way;
With a cross, he is bowed
But still on through the crowd
He's ascending that hill lone and grey

Hark, I hear the dull blow
Of the hammer swung low;
They are nailing my Lord to the tree
And the cross they up-raise
While the multitude gaze
On the blessed Lamb of dark Calvary

Oh, it bowed down my heart
And the teardrops will start
When in memory all the grey hill I see;
For 'twas there on its side
Jesus suffered and died
To redeem a poor sinner like me

How they mocked him in death
To his last laboring breath
While His friends sadly wept o'er the way
But though lonely and faint
Still no word of complaint
Fell from Him on that hillock of grey

Then a darkness come down
And the rocks went around
And a cry pierced the sad-laden air;
'Twas the voice of our King
Who received death's dark sting
All to save us from endless despair

Let the sun hide its face
Let the earth reel space
Over man who their Savior have slain;
But, behold, from the sod
Comes the blessed Lamb of God
Who was slain, but is risen again

Oh, it bowed down my heart
And the teardrops will start
When in memory all the grey hill I see;
For 'twas there on its side
Jesus suffered and died
To redeem a poor sinner like me

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