On the cross and they hung him
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shame was foresaken
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As they drove the nails in his hands and his feet.
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As death closed his eyes
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his cries went to heaven
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Oh Father forgive them
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I hear him redeem.
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(Chorus)
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One morning past day-break
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as the crowd slowly gathered
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Like a sheep he was humble
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to his Father's own will
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So sad was his face there
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the birds hushed their singing
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They were walking my Lord up Calvary's hill.
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In the tomb he was layed but
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death could not hurt him
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He was God's only son
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in this world below.
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On the cross he fulfilled the
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plan of salvation
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I want to thank Jesus
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for his coming again.
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(Repeat Chorus 2x)
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They were walking my Lord up Calvary's hill.
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Walking My Lord Up Calvary's Hill
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Rhonda Vincent |