They Were Walking My Lord Up Calvary's Hill



    One morning past daybreak as the crowd slowly gathered
    Like a sheep He was humble to His Father's own will
    So sad was His face that the birds hushed their singing
    They were walking my Lord up Calvary's Hill

    On the cross as He hung there, shame was forsaken
    As they drove the nails in His hands and His feet
    As death closed His eyes His cries went to heaven
    "Oh Father forgive them", I hear Him repeat

    One morning past daybreak as the crowd slowly gathered
    Like a sheep He was humble to His Father's own will
    So sad was His face that the birds hushed their singing
    They were walking my Lord up Calvary's Hill

    In a tomb He was laid but, death could not hold Him
    He was God's only Son in this world below
    On a cross He would give the Plan of Salvation
    I want to thank Jesus for He's coming again

    One morning past daybreak as the crowd slowly gathered
    Like a sheep He was humble to His Father's own will
    So sad was His face that the birds hushed their singing
    They were walking my Lord up Calvary's Hill

They were walking my Lord up Calvary's Hill





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